A SONG TO HER

I can not compose something that can touch you.

I can not, baby!

Why does everything become so much harder when it comes to you?

The interrogation is instantaneous.

Can you stop staring at me for a moment?

At least for a minute, can you hear me?

Comes! We do not have more time

Time passes, time flies.

Comes! We do not have more time

After everything is gone, do not

Searching for me in vague details.

No, No, No ...

Today an emptiness consumes me and as something without meaning, it is gone,

Mist and all I have left is your song in my hands.