The story tells it, the stories tell it />You don't see that I'm losing my life
You don't see that I'm dying
That when loneliness tightens
That's when it drowns the memory
You don't see that being so far away
Our dreams wither wounded and life escapes
Through a sinkhole the leaves sing
The winds do not whistle and it comes from yesteryear
That the sea becomes crying and the world deserted
You don't see that I'm losing my life
You don't see that I'm dying
That when loneliness tightens
That's when it drowns the memory
You don't see that being so far away
Our dreams are fading
And between the arms of heartbreak
This fire is going out
And although I don't want to die of love
I am dying of love, and among lost loves
And great eternal loves, and it comes from always
How much sadness goes away with time
That when loneliness presses
It is when it drowns the memory
In the arms of heartbreak
This fire is going out
You don't see that I'm losing my life
You don't see that I'm dying
That when loneliness presses
It's when it drowns the memory
Don't you see that being so far away
Our dreams wither away
And between the arms of heartbreak
This fire is going out
And although I don't want to die of love
I am dying of love