You tell me that our love was like a child,
that you give your heart to the days that are to come,
lost and without direction, a mirror of beatiful things,
you tell me that our love ends in the stars.

You tell me that our love was only the first,
that another stronger arm will hug you better,
about to be a memory, brightness of a picket flower,
you tell me that our love dowsn't know how to find life.

You tell me to cry, if I want to cry,
you tell me to die until tomorrow,
you can't understand how pain
lasts forever if it's written in a song.

You tell me that our love was an injured bird,
it trembles in your heart, it dreams in my chest,
death's friend, a white sail path,
the light of our love is a flower that is closing.