Draw with voice the part of my life in which you are present, I will not be able to find
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enough words.
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It can be and it is, that some sunrise without you vibrates in my soul. |
I won't be able to find
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if you are not my calm
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And it is life, your way of laughing, of walking, your way of speaking… Searching in
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each gesture… my truth;
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I belong to no one when I wake up and you are not alive from the air
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That they remind me that you are gone, that you are not here, that I live in solitude.
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Why do you want my soul, leave it to me a little more,
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For me to calm down, I'll suffer for both of us but don't talk
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That in your silence I have discovered that it is better to feel yours, while I sing to you
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what one day I wrote on paper... without you from anyone
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Go beyond the thin layer between the skin and the soul. |
makes me see that
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I have finally found my claim.
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And in your light at last, I find the truth in which I settle, without asking you for more
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you give me everything everything.
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And it is life, your way of laughing, of walking, your way of speaking… Searching in
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each gesture… my truth;
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I belong to no one when I wake up and you are not alive from the air
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That they remind me that you are gone, that you are not here, that I live in solitude.
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Why do you want my soul, leave it to me a little more,
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So that I calm down, I'll suffer for both of us but don't talk,
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That in your silence I have discovered that it is better to feel yours, while I sing to you
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what one day I wrote on a piece of paper…
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I belong to no one when I wake up and you are not alive from the air
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That they remind me that you are gone, that you are not here, that I live in solitude.
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Why do you want my soul, leave it to me a little more,
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So that I calm down, I'll suffer for both of us but don't talk,
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That in your silence I have discovered that it is better to feel yours, while I sing to you
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what one day I wrote on paper... Without you from anyone... Without you, without you from anyone. |