You tell me, I tell you
And so our daily war begins
I arm myself with adjectives
You conjugate the worst of my pasts
And I write you down where it hurts
And I remind you of the worst of your sins
You will reverse the offensive
And you shoot where you know you will do harm
And on the battlefield
br/>The minutes we lose are dead
You tell me, I tell you
And thus ends our daily war
This war without quarter that no one wins
Because We talk
And we don't use that time to kiss each other
To paint ourselves with our hands
The caresses we want
And that we don't give ourselves
Because we always talk
About yours and mine
Of the past and the guilty
While another minute dies
Because we talk
I already told you it's not true
You already said that You are not what I say
No one believes, no one accepts
Everyone defends their utopia
And the ghost of doubt
It makes its way on the frontier of the future
And the dying present
It consoles itself with the little we have left
And I love you and you love me
But we are more idiots than sensible
And it appears another day
And we are left with incurable sores
From this damned disease of talking too much
Because we talk and we don't use that time to give each other kisses
To paint ourselves with our hands the caresses we want
And that we don't give ourselves because we always talk
About yours and mine, about the past and the guilty
While another minute dies
Because we speak
While another minute dies
Because we speak, because we speak