what will be of me, what will be of you
what will be of us
your curly hair, your sweet hands,
now we are hanging on little strands
what will be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow
what will be forever?
my hand will shake while i touch your breasts
while the beat of my heart runs fast
never arrests
to who you will give your breath, your lips
your painfull scars, your soft hips
to who you will give your smiling eyes
the sensual language of your body
where your butterfly will fly, baby?
what my eyes will search in the darkness
when the silence let your heart speaking
while i will die, with whom you are imagining
In the sea storm of this life
this blue ocean is upside down
i dreamt to sail this sea with you
but isnt true, isnt true
Write to me from another love
and for the tears you have
in your dreaming eyes
i leave you our thousands
lovely smiles
what will be of me, what will be of you
what will be of us
i would like to be the shadow
that watch on you
that fall asleep in you
that caress your sweet skin
would like to be for you
all that i never have been
I would like to have strong arms
to keep you on my heart
and never let you go
i would like to be
so strong to challenge the death
and return to see
your eyes, eating your breath
I continue to be devoured by this anger
to copy this immense sky
living and hating
dreaming that i could fly
Write to me from another love
your words as a goodbye
in this cold night
your last sweet kiss
in my heart
is my only light
