Of course I will think of you
How much I ignored the blue moon
And the night crashes in my disappointment
But of course I will think of you
before it takes me God
and doubt trampled to death my illusion.
First, you know that I am
the best person to tell you,
that ours is over
and why you resist, you see,
Then, you know that we have loved each other so much,
why do you pretend.
That pretending was my ruin
I don't know how to say goodbye
And every question explodes in my face
The ghosts of my soul make me wallow in hell
If what you want They are romantic words
Nothing to do
You unfold, you are the owner of the dawn
And you pour out infinite, intact caresses, look
There is a part in my memory where it lives your nakedness,
your nakedness.
You who go and collect the notebook of dawn
But of course I will think of you, when I leave
I will collect my things and whistle
a sad song at dawn
But I will think of you,
when I play
and when it is not me
I will also think of you.
But you know that I am not the most knowledgeable
to tell you
that ours is primitive,
And don't be sad, on the contrary
Then, you know that I am not the most prepared
not to hurt you
Because of the anger between the ruin and you you undress
And each question explodes in my face
The ghosts of my soul shake me to pieces
You no longer even want romantic words,
I forgot them
You who are the owner of the notebook of dawn
and you throw away infinite caresses intact, look
You are already part of my laughter and my cry like yesterday
You unfold and explode in my face
But an endless number of caresses that today seem far away, look
Well, you who look into my life and are scared
I'm still sitting, I need you to give me room at your side,
I need you completely, all of you
You who come closer
You, who bring out the most magical, most tragic parts of me...
You are the one who gives me the secret of the dawn
You communicate far away
I want to know, you, who approach the notebook of dawn,
And give it to me

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