In all that happened to me
I'll always search for the name of love and his nostalgia.
The parting so fast and indelible,
to be loved becomes sadness
* Like the love arrives in silence
so parting happens fast
he (the love) becomes nostalgia of her and of what happened
The parting so fast and indelible,
to be loved becomes sadness
* repeat
And then love disappears...
His presence is the light on my way
but if love doesn't shine, I'm not.
* repeat
Of her and of what happened...
and then love disappears...
