There was an atmosphere that united us in a thousand people
There was a time to give and receive
There is still my life full of many things
I learned to be well in the middle always
Today I think about all the wasted opportunities
To the days on the street among many people
And to that dust that I slowly removed from my heart
To save what we commonly
Call love, how many times
We pretend not to remember the name
That in a low voice is heard very well
But in profile there is your breast that wants me
And even if I don't say it
It hurts me a lot
It hurts a lot

There was a house, a sofa and voids to fill
And a beautiful black flower is my present
How hard we try to forget
Certain memories always stick with us
As if to say "look what happened to you while
You were saving what we commonly"
Call love, how many times
We pretend not to remember the name
That in a low voice is heard very well
But in profile there is your breast that wants me
And even if I don't say it
It hurts me a lot

You were there
Behind that dream never spoken
Behind the deaf applause
Above an empty stage
Love under the skin is
A weapon in hand
And it can hurt a lot
But what love, too many times
We pretend not to remember the name
That on the skin then gets confused
When the lips want to rest elsewhere
And just thinking about it hurts me a lot
I confess to you
It hurts a lot

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