I'm selling the inventory of memories from the most beautiful story
I've ever heard
I'm selling the script of the saddest and most beautiful movie
I've ever seen
I'm selling the chords, the brilliant melody, and the lyrics
I will ever compose
I'm even selling the poster announcing the premiere
Of the moment I will never live

I understand that you left and now I'm paying my sentence
But don't ask me to want to live

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness
I become small and tiny
The night dreams of you and mocks
I try to hug you and you shield yourself

I'm selling a worn-out camera that captured the look
I will never record
I'm selling two expired tickets that were second
Row that I will never tear
I'm selling two seats reserved centuries ago and now
I realize that I never sat
I'm even selling the poster announcing the premiere
Of the moment I will never live

I understand that you left and now I'm paying my sentence
But don't ask me to want to live

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness
I become small and tiny
The night dreams of you and mocks
I try to hug you

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness
Crying like a rainy day
My soul takes off and looks for you
On a journey that will never return

I will smile, every night when I look for, your moon on my roof
The memory of a hug, that makes me shiver

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness
I become small and tiny
The night dreams of you and mocks
I try to hug you

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness
Crying like a rainy day
My soul takes off and looks for you
On a journey that will never return

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