And if you go to the Hotel Supramonte and look at the sky
You will see a woman on fire and a man alone
And a true letter by night, false by day
And then apologies, accusations and apologies with no return
And now you travel live, laugh or you're lost
With your discreet order inside the heart
But where is, where is your love
Thank goodness I have a mouth to drink from and it's not easy
Thanks to you I have a boat to write, I have a train to lose
And an invitation to the Supramonte Hotel where I saw the snow
On your body so sweet with hunger, so sweet with thirst
This station too will pass without harm
This thin rain will pass as the pain passes
But where is it, where is your love, but where is your heart
And now you sit on the bed of the wood that now has your name
Now time is a distracted gentleman and a sleeping child
But if you wake up and you're still scared, give me your hand again
What does it matter if I fell, if I'm far away
Because tomorrow will be a long and speechless day
Because tomorrow will be an uncertain day of clouds and sun
But where is, where is your heart