You will think back to the angels
The hot coffee when you wake up
While the news of us passes by distractedly
They say I will need it
If it doesn't kill it strengthens
While it passes distracted your voice on the TV
Between the radio and the telephone your farewell will resonate
On dark evenings
That there is no time
There is no ¨ space
And no one will ever understand
You can stay
Because it hurts badly
Badly hurt
Without you
I would think again that you're not here
But the advertising distracts me
Between the timetables and the traffic I work and you are there
Between the balcony and the intercom I dedicate my troubles to you
In the evenings black
That there is no time
There is no space
And no one will ever understand
You can stay
Why it hurts, it hurts
It hurts like hell
Without you
I fought the silence by speaking to it
And smoothed out your absence only with my arms
And the more you will want me and the less you will see me
And the less you will want me, the more I will be with you
And the more you want me, the less you will see me
And the less you want me, the more I will be with you
And more I will be with you, with you, with you
I swear
On black evenings
That there is no time
There is no space
And no one will ever understand
You can stay
Because it hurts, it hurts
It hurts like hell
Without you, Without you
Without you, without you