It was going down slowly
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Along the streets, between courtyards and sculpted aphrodites and slender birches
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And he saw her far away as if with a distracted expression
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In the scarlet square beyond the temples and gardens
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And she looked over the Glasgow bridge
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A plaster Venus at the entrance to the avenue
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She then she suddenly disappeared and reappeared in one step
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Of her With her silver eyes of hers under a copper sky
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How long has it been? |
Twenty years in a flash
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You know, it's not nostalgia, here it feels like magic
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What is the past? |
Reinvent yourself from time to time
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And cram a giant into a small look
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And under the shadow of the marble of the arch in the park
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Her face impacts her on cardio
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The touch of a kiss, his crying of hers was a constant song
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And flying she left a trail
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Maybe you don't remember that we were air
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I don't think about it anymore, come on come on
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Do you ever remember me? |
And what a question
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Now it's better to go, bye (hey)
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You may not remember but time changes you
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And you know, you won't change that
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Perhaps the butterfly effect will be affected
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I have learned to never think about it
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Light another cigarette, but just out of boredom |
And you go out knowing that there is a cold executioner
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You don't even want to look at me anymore, you just want me to die
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There are no more fairy tales and not even who was once upon a time
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Everyone has his flaws, I collect them
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But it is my choices that demonstrate who I am
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Let's shift attention to gestures from feeling, then
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Taking distance from what we carry within us
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My pride pushes me not to apologize
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Your hard head leads you to being locked up
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But tell me if you don't want to, how come you can
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Reopen this situation that has already seemed too closed for some time
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Maybe it's because I still and always believe in love
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Maybe it's because a heart still beats inside this chest
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I'll have mistaken yours for the Gorgon's eyes
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Petrified here for hours, outside your front door
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Maybe you don't remember that we were air
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I don't think about it anymore, you know, come on come on
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Do you ever remember me? |
And what questions
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Now it's better to go, bye (goodbye)
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You may not remember but time changes you
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And you know, you won't change that
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Perhaps the butterfly effect will be affected
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I have learned not to think about it |
Your lips recognize me, the wrinkles on my face
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I'm a furrow, the hands are always the same
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And what are we if not the sum of our choices
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Subtracted lost opportunities
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The mathematics of life
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The practice of bad luck
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Coincidence that we didn't need
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Well done, turn around and walk
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Ten steps, whoever shoots or disappears first wins
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And everything I don't know about your story
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Also delete mine, jokes from memory
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I'm looking for a sense that doesn't have
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They look like sketched pages to make up a fair copy
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Twenty years under these lids
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I am a viaduct for tears
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I'd like to stay here and talk to you about it
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Then we'd end up in a sleazy hotel to get laid
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Better to avoid, we close here, without ending |