When the moment of goodbye comes,
Something strange happens between the two,
They revive memories,
We become so sane,
Because it's supposed,
That's the way life is,
Again it is postponed,
The farewell.
When it's time to leave,
Because it was decision after speaking,
It moistens my pillow,
Your cheek is salty,
And something strange binds me,
To our bed,
And I am convinced,
That way you do not love yourself.
What will it be, what will it be, what will become of you,
What will it be, what will it be, what will be of me,
What will it be, what will it be, what will become of you,
What will it be, what will it be, what will be of me,
Because we are living the two of edge,
We are loving each other in a thread.
What will it be, what will it be, what will become of you,
What will it be, what will it be, what will be of me,
What will it be, what will it be, what will become of you,
What will it be, what will it be, what will be of me,
Because we are living the two of edge,
We are loving each other in a thread.
When it's time to leave,
Because we are tired of suffering,
We did not cross the door,
Because of open jealousy,
And although we both dream,
Other loves,
Again we stay,
Because of fears.
What will it be, what will it be, what will become of you,
What will it be, what will it be, what will be of me,
What will it be, what will it be, what will become of you,
What will it be, what will it be, what will be of me,
Because we are living the two of edge,
We are loving each other in a thread.
What will it be, what will it be, what will become of you,
What will it be, what will it be, what will be of me,
What will it be, what will it be, what will become of you,
What will it be, what will it be, what will be of me,
Because we are living the two of edge,
We are loving each other in a thread.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)