Every time you talk to me it seems like
hopes are dangling in the wind
that a full glass is half empty.
Every time you look at me I remember that
the words are the frame
while the painting is elsewhere you know it.
If we travel without direction
even if you want you won't meet me.
But if I wait for you on the edge without making any noise
cancel the distances that separate us
in the meantime I will survive
I put a little of your breath in my pocket.
Every time you hug me
I realize that< br/>you have a dress for every occasion
but ours never arrives,
don't make me promises out loud
otherwise you won't be listened to.
But if I'll wait for you on the edge without making any noise
cancel the distances that separate us
and in the meantime I will survive
I put a little of your breath in my pocket.
We are the good weather, we are the bad weather
we are the worst behind every flaw
we have always left it or taken it
we who know how to laugh at every mistake
there is no fault there is no excuse that now holds
There is no measure for this suffering
of which we are involved
of which we are the injured party.
But if I wait for you on the edge without making any noise
you can cancel the distances that kill us a little
and in the meantime I will survive
I put a little of your breath in my pocket
and a few reserve kisses
for when you will be missed
every time you tell me...

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