Non sarai mai a mere memory.
hear the sound of your footsteps:
or have the beating of my heart?
forget the few certainties
companions and I had to think of life without
the breeze of wind to caress the skin.
I'm alive but I did not realize.
Maybe because they are dead and insists on living;
and it's time I disappear through the smoke of the time,
reaching the desolate world of restless souls.
one breath of passion, nor ogle
bring in my empty suitcase.
You were too strong a presence in the river bound for
of memories - where there is too much mud and do not deserve to be
for purity del tuo essere –
ed il tuo amore sarĂ nel mio cuore sempre vivo, sempre vero.
hear the sound of your footsteps:
or have the beating of my heart?
forget the few certainties
companions and I had to think of life without
the breeze of wind to caress the skin.
I'm alive but I did not realize.
Maybe because they are dead and insists on living;
and it's time I disappear through the smoke of the time,
reaching the desolate world of restless souls.
one breath of passion, nor ogle
bring in my empty suitcase.
You were too strong a presence in the river bound for
of memories - where there is too much mud and do not deserve to be
for purity del tuo essere –
ed il tuo amore sarĂ nel mio cuore sempre vivo, sempre vero.
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