In a box you will collect the junk of my days
The thin glitter that has the ambition of memories
It's a doubt, it's a question, it's just an answer
A flower, a coin, a name, a regret
And the soul hunted between the ribs and the back
Life is a fragile verse, I barely recognize it
The warm scent that gives burning in a flash
The sound it makes as it passes by me
More than making sense of it
And I would like to be like the wind, footprint in the snow
Rain under an immense sky, to quench your thirst
Like the last voice in the world surrounded by silence
I will find your eyes on my door
I will keep them in my eyes as I once did
And a boat dreams of the wave and the wave the open sea
And a journey, the things seen, the faces and the cities, and you
Life is like a dress you've never chosen
Stay or leave, the April rains
And I would like to ask you how once what are you thinking about
Or hide, smiling, that I was waiting for you
How far away the day seems
When the sky has just gone out
I will find your eyes on my door
And I will keep them in my eyes as I once did
I will find your eyes on my door
And I will keep them in my eyes as I once did