Now I can only find myself as a lover
the breathing
Do not look at the maps, follow in myself
Do not walk certain streets,
forget that it was mine once a certain book
Or make the song
And tell you that everything is the same
the city, the friends and the sea
waiting for you,
waiting for you.
I keep going to Teté week by week
you remember there
Today he spoke of rifles firing dead
I know that she loves me
That's why maybe I feel you in your room,
although you are not now
And you feel in the conversation,
or it will be that I have the impression,
of absence and of you,
of absence and of you.
I would not like a failure in the wise crime
what is to remember.
Not in the inevitable defect that is
nostalgia for small, silly things
As in the tumult, step on your feet
And laugh and laugh and laugh,
Early morning without going to sleep.
Yes, it's different without you.
Very different without you.
Ideas are bullets today and I can not
use flowers for you
Today I would like to be old and very wise and I can tell you
what I have not been able to tell you here,
speak like a tree
with my shadow towards you.
Like a book saved at sea,
like a dead man who learns to kiss,
for you, for you,
for you, for you
Only among all we can make this a better place :)