Between yes or no, days passed, nights passed
and the love of reproaches did not return anymore
between yes or no, whether they were apples or pears
love They wanted to and they flew, they flew
they grew wings, there is an instinct for conservation
they left they followed a new illusion
they grew wings, there is an instinct for conservation
today they can hear themselves singing a new song
Between yes or no, maybe maybe
love leaves and it's a pain when you turn around
he got wings and an instinct for self-preservation
he leaves he is following a new illusion
He grew wings, there is an instinct for self-preservation
you can already hear him singing a new song