(Willy Cruz)
Love comes, love goes
But a certain feeling never lets me be
Somehow I know
Quite a part of me's unchanged since you've been gone
Like a sturdy tree that's seen a thousand seasons
I still shed my leaves in winter
To grow them back in spring
To welcome life again
To welcome you
So goes my life
Still believing dreams of having you around
Too bad, memories
Feed the mind and not the heart where I want you to be
So I ask myself what you have left behind for me
To go on each day to live as if
I had you once again
What else is there that's real
But all the pain that I feel?
So let the pain remain forever in my heart
For every throb it brings is
One more moment spent with you
I'll let the pain bring on the rain
If that's the only way
If there's no other way to be with you again
So goes my life
Still believing dreams of having you around
Too bad, memories
Feed the mind and not the heart where I want you to be
So I ask myself what you have left behind for me
To go on each day to live as if
I had you once again
What else is there that's real
But all the pain that I feel?
So let the pain remain forever in my heart
For every throb it brings is
One more moment spent with you
I'll let the pain bring on the rain
If that's the only way
If there's no other way to be with you again
Oooh...so let the pain remain forever in my heart
For every throb it brings is
One more moment spent with you
I'll let the pain bring on the rain
If that's the only way (if that's the only way)
If there's no other way to be with you againfortunatamente ho ancora il buon senso di mettermi in discusione
faccio volentieri a meno dei tuoi manuali sull'autostima
fortunatamente da giorni è finita la lenta agonia dei tuoi fiori
sto ancora rimettendo la nostra ultima cena
romantica...
triste, annoiata e asciutta
sarei la tua Venere storpia
triste, annoiata e asciutta
io sarei la tua Venere storpia
io sarei un'inutile preda
vedrai, vedrai che alla fine
uno squallido "grazie" lo avrai, lo avrai
quel sorriso di circostanza,
vedrai...
fortunatamente ho ancora il buon senso di prendermi poco sul serio
e faccio volentieri a meno del tuo sesso "pratico" e del successo
triste, annoiata e asciutta
sarei la tua Venere storpia
triste, annoiata e asciutta
io sarei la tua Venere storpia
io sarei un'inutile preda
vedrai, vedrai che alla fine
uno squallido "grazie" lo avrai, lo avrai
quel sorriso di circostanza,
vedrai...
porto ancora addosso il fumo delle tue parole
delle tue parole
..l'unica cosa che mi hai lasciato