A lot of ungrateful memories
a letter that has not been read
a portrait lying on the floor
and in my hand a glass of wine.
That's all there is in my life
a life that is worth nothing
a story of lost loves
because you did not want to be mine.
In the sky there are only clouds
that presage my nights without sleep
much forgetfulness, pain and betrayals
and in my eyes the sincere crying.
I will not be able to follow the steps
Your path is longer than mine
you are going to look for other arms
I stay to fulfill my destiny.
I will not open your letter at all
not know what you've written
in a frame I will put your portrait
and in my hand another glass of wine
Only among all we can make this a better place :)