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The legend of a far away Summer |
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corrodes in an old cars' parking. |
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I wish I could go and meet you |
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running silently in a grey night. |
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I remember, drenched in the light of the moon |
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in an abandoned switchyard |
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holding all our pains |
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we understood everything in desperation |
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grinding our teeth. |
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All your words ring inside my head |
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like a melody...TOO MUCH PAIN |
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Only packed, meaningless rubbish, |
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I sentimentally replaced my passion, |
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I don't want to see you, |
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your knocked down profile, |
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you bring me too memories. |
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I can't forget your white shoulders, |
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so delicate I could break them with a touch. |
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Right now I can't see a tomorrow, |
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a mute wind blows inside our hands. |
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Your lips move in slow motion |
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I close my ears...TOO MUCH PAIN |
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Maybe we're still in time |
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maybe now is not too late. |
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Nothing will come back another time, |
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I'll try to go ahead one step at time |
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even if it's a little scary. |
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Your words are so far I can't hear them anymore |
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something pops and scatter...TOO MUCH PAIN |
