Let's pour ourselves a glass of tears
Let's toast to the passing of the years
The now is a hug of the soul
that slips through our hands
and leaves us on a deserted island in the middle of the sea
Rowing toward the dawn, we live
Running after the hours, without illusions
If I were the writer of this fable
The reins of time would be held by the heart
and leaves us on a deserted island in the middle of the sea
I want that the second hand's count stops
if someone comes close and gives me an 'I love you'
Slow, slow, time runs
and that the hugs become eternal for us
I'm gonna put a couple of flowers on my balcony
I'm gonna live like today is my last day
and give way to the pains
Ay, and be happy at every corner
and leaves us on a deserted island in the middle of the sea