Stop him, come back for me.
Stop him, don't leave me like this
with so much nostalgia
that makes me break down with grief
back to the same place.
I have kept things
that to tell the truth
I no longer need.
I bet more on the fear of losing
than on forgetting.
I have saved love letters, goodbye letters and even brushes, I don't want to color false smiles of the present. And I don't want time to pass cultivating regrets.
Stop him, come back for me.
Stop him, don't leave me like this
with so much nostalgia
that makes me break down with grief
back to the same place .
I have kept dreams
that for so many years
dream repressed.
I have kept the desire to travel
in my pockets.
I have kept so much passion
to love excessively.
I no longer want to play
what they say,
nor what they think.
And I don't want time to pass
cultivating regrets.
Stop him, come back for me.
Stop him, don't leave me like this
in so much nostalgia
that it makes me break with grief
back to the same place.
Stop him, come back for me.
Oh! Stop him, don't leave me like this
with so much nostalgia
that makes me break down with grief
back to the same...
Stop him, come back for me.
Oh! Stop it, don't leave me like this
with so much nostalgia
that it makes me break down with sadness
back to the same place.