In the euphoria of the party
I forget the words that still echo in my head
Sayings that make you believe life is beautiful
A hint of tears that cover my charm

Sometimes alone in a room
I count the hours and the memories I have left
To brood before the end of the party
I'm afraid to leave, to see the music end

If we waltzed to a sinister rhythm
One last time and then we would leave the dance floor
I would like to stop the hands of the clocks at least until spring

Lost in a labyrinth
I'm afraid I'll never find the way
The music invades me to the tips of my fingers
I shiver at each chord when you touch one of the strings

If we waltzed to a sinister rhythm
One last time and then we would leave the dance floor
I would like to stop the hands of the clocks at least until spring

If we waltzed to a sinister rhythm
One last time and then we would leave the dance floor
I would like to stop the hands of the clocks at least until spring

The night will be very long
I've counted the hours I've spent in the shadows
Managed to freeze the hands of the clocks
It's spring now

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