I am the one who loves you, who else has loved you
Who gave 80 times round the world with you...
I am your other part, your half heartbeat
Your growing quarter, your nest of love.
... If you do not love me, it's your problem
If you have not loved me, worse for you
I still want where we wanted to be
Where we draw that heart ...
We draw that heart, a summer in the river
We draw that heart, with your name and mine
In winter we wanted to return
And I learned? that chalk does not write in the cold ...
We draw that heart
And winter has left a blot ...
It is absurd to want to underline what obliterates oblivion
From this moment, I'm not going to waste my life with you...
I am the reign of your feelings
As I say, so I'll tell you....
The medium ... the beginning and the end of your stories.
It is written with ink from my heart.
... If you do not love me, it's your problem..
If you're going to forget me worse for you ...
Knowing that loving oneself does not force suicide
It does not stop you from dying of love
We draw that heart, a summer in the river
We draw that heart, with your name and mine
In winter we wanted to return
And I learned? that chalk does not write in the cold ..
We draw that heart
And winter has left a blot ...
It is adhered to wanting to underline what obliterates oblivion
From this moment, I'm not going to waste my life with you...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)