Don't speak
You and me
We used to be together
Every day together always
I really feel
I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real,
Well I don't want to know
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry
It's all ending I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me
I can see us dying... are we?
L’ultimo bacio, cerchi riparo fraterno conforto, tendi le braccia allo specchio, ti muovi a stento e con sguardo severo, di quei violini suonati dal vento, l'ultimo bacio brucia sul viso come gocce di limone, l'eroico coraggio di un feroce addio, ma sono lacrime mentre piove piove, mentre piove piove . . .
miércoles, 18 de mayo de 2011
Florencia Abadi
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