This strange afternoon from my window
Brings the old morning breeze
There is nothing here
Just a few days that are about to pass,
Just an afternoon in which you can breathe,
A tiny immense moment in living,
After looking at reality and nothing more,
And nothing more...
Now it seems to me that I had lived
A flow of centuries along old roads...
There is nothing here
Just a few days that are about to pass,
Just an afternoon when you can breathe,
A tiny immense moment in living,
After looking at reality and nothing more,
And nothing more.