(4th part of Where was she at that time) My innocence on my conscience and in her eyes there was still love love at night in a farmhouse you don't know I was a fisherman from a sunny town who from afar she held it tightly in the palm of her hand. L? her body on the rocks in an April hour then the boat alone and the torn nets and where? more? that church on the sea, the blue wind, the green water of the port and the corals that she worked
The colors of the almond tree in spring and that lighthouse that gave little light in the evening.
That newspaper on the floor and the bed undid the door opened for him who came forgetting you? that I was waiting
for the first light to find you again
I, who had your body for many hours, didn't tell you I want you only in words and I thought I was your lord.
Now a dress as a bride she is flying away in the wind I look at you but I am alone, very alone in a moment.
Where was she at that time? Where was I at that time... But were you? lost in the dawn...