I go to find its look
e to feel gotten passionate me
It was less fragile next to you
but all age lie
If it ordered of my life
e I lost myself, and I lost myself
If revivo its souvenir
it makes me badly if I think about you
I am sad but I am of foot

Refrão
Despite it has forgotten me
I know that more early or later
it goes to understand how much I love you
Some day without thinking
it goes to find odd the space
Some day per the morning
it will feel that I make you lack
In its interior it goes to feel love
Nobody knows what it has
Until losing it in the end

Each time that I come back to see you
I do not deny that still it aches me
but I know that one day I will be well

Refrão

Some day without thinking
it goes to find odd the space
Some day per the morning
it will feel that I make you lack
In its interior it goes to feel love
Nobody knows what it has
Until losing it in the end