Morning hour tolls
Cries of sorrow
And replays the damp film
Of the past in the eyes

Oh, far too short
Our love, and the cries
For help know that a deaf man
Does not hear what he wants

And yet he wants to live
Or survive
Without a poem
Without hurting all those who love him
To be happy
Unhappy
Live alone or even together

But to live forever
Without speeches, without velvet
Without the useless phrases
Of an old photo novel

Oh, wilted flowers die
Black and white
The only colors of a future
That is already the past for us two

And yet we must live
Or survive
Without a poem
Without hurting all those we love

To be happy
Unhappy
Live alone or even together

And yet we must live
Or survive
Without a poem
Without hurting those who love us
To be happy
Unhappy
Live alone or even together

But to live in silence
Thinking about the sufferings
Of the earth and tell ourselves
That we are not the most unfortunate

Oh, when in love
Everything collapses
All the misery of the world
Is nothing compared to a goodbye

And yet I want to live
Or survive
Without a poem
Without hurting all those I love
To be happy
Unhappy
Live alone or even together

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