It's a wound
That will lie half-heartedly
and will grow gradually
It's this man who is no more in love with you
The wrung heart of a poor lost dog

Parting words like a stabbing
The storm of a tattered heart
It's, on the wire of despair,
The broken splinter of your mirror

To stand lonely one day
To be back loveless
Crying for help


It's ,on a chair, a child weeping
It's this old man in front of his fear
It's ,one evening, when comes again the desire
Of this Love that you had damned

It's on the ocean waves
The anxious flight of a gull
Seeing far away
An injured body, a bleeding quay

To stand lonely one day
To be back loveless
Crying for help


I want to enchain my memory
Alone at my ship mast
I want enchain my memory
At my tomb stones

To stand lonely one day
To beforever loveless
Crying for help