What is it?
There is something cold in the air
It's not winter
What is it
This evening the children on the street
They don't play anymore
I don't know why
The joy of old friends
I don't enjoy it anymore
One told me that
Out of sight, out of mind
And you are far, far from me
For one who comes back and brings you a rose
A thousand have forgotten you
Out of sight, out of mind
And you are far, far from me
Now I know
What is this bitter taste
What remains of you
When you
You are far away and I don't know where you are
What are you doing where you go
And I know why
I can no longer imagine the smile
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When you are not with me
Out of sight, out of mind
And you are far, far from me
For one who comes back and brings you a rose
A thousand have forgotten about you
Out of sight, out of mind
And you are far, far from me