...years have passed since that little girl
I was the doctor, you were the patient
we looked at each other in the dark, we just looked at each other
years have passed and it's stuck in my head < br/>...years have passed, good morning adolescence
emotions are raining, experience is missing
the usual crush, the most banal story
and we didn't understand each other and I felt bad
. ..and then I went and threw the rules in the toilet
maybe I was sick at least I was myself
I followed a girl like a sculptor
who instead of on marble I sculpted on the heart
With nail and with the hammer I carve the memory
the dust is in the air, the dust is the story
they look like tears, tears
but it is marble dust
Years have passed , the first cohabitation
I was burning with passion, I lacked patience
started as a duet, ended as a soloist
but look at you, it's love at first sight
...then I abandoned my heart in nerds
my liver in the bar, my head in songs
pride consumes me, baptizes another love
that will only leave a wagon of pain
.. .with the nail and the hammer I carve the memory
the dust is in the air, the dust is the story
they look like tears, tears
but it is marble dust
. ..the story remains engraved on our hearts
dust in our eyes makes us cry
don't listen to gossip that everything will pass away
no one will ever erase the most important stories
They seem tears, tears, but it's marble dust...