Air, in this slow summer afternoon
your memory is a gray photo
that the hours are blurring
how difficult it is to draw your features
half a day after leaving
air, if your eyes were black figs
if the lemon wedges
I do not remember the arch of your eyebrows
I can not even barely speak
of something other than smell
(chorus)
Lament when the tide goes down
by pure instinct of conservation
try to cauterize each footprint
that leaves behind the passage of love
Lament when the tide goes down
showing the structure of the pain
active defense mechanism
so that the heart does not drown
beautiful, with your perfect profile so I see
misaligned full of projects
Loaded shoulders and old shoes
(chorus)
the mind...
air ... I'm short of breath
in this slow summer afternoon ... I can not write you
your memory is a gray photo ...
barely outlined ... that the hours are blurring
oo noo
air ... I try to draw
I see your features almost can not ... no matter how hard I try
how hard it is to recognize ... with everything I've loved
that you have left me no trace
air, now when the tide goes down
and the shipwreck is already total
!what a pity
Only among all we can make this a better place :)