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The summer season has ended
Dry leaves keep eclipsing the Sun
The grayish sky bewilders my being
I'm an addict to giving up without self-control

I don't believe in hope
The world is an abyss I haven't been able to escape from

And even though I try sometimes
My conviction is fragile, I stumble again

Maybe tomorrow I'll tear up your letters
Maybe tomorrow I'll erase your kisses
I can't allow myself to be a prisoner
To the memory of a bad love

Maybe tomorrow I'll learn that I should
Leave behind my traumas and fears
That I can love myself more
Without depending on your selfishness
Or your cynicism
That only made me cry

Once again the rain falls
Slowly and distracts me
It waters the meadows of my contracting heart

When I remember your sweet voice
It tends to beat at a fierce pace
Then it tightens, leaving me with cracks
That this atrocious pain can't filter through
You've managed to own all of my existence

And I haven't been able to find my freedom
How long will I be a prisoner of your kisses?
I'm a faithful dog awaiting your return

And you'll never return again
But I haven't been able
To leave behind the peace
That only you give me

I keep your details, your photos
Your love letters
They are what feed
My narcotic and deadly pain

I'll go far away from everything to detoxify my being
I'll seek a psychologist because I don't want to go crazy

I don't know if I'll survive this lethal poison
Or that Antarctic cold you left me at the threshold

Maybe tomorrow I'll tear up your letters
Maybe tomorrow I'll erase your kisses
I can't allow myself to be a prisoner
To the memory of a bad love

Maybe tomorrow I'll learn that I should
Leave behind my traumas and fears
That I can love myself more
Without depending on your selfishness
Or your cynicism
That only made me cry

The soft frost
Withers the useless chimera
That ties up my happiness

My sad guitar
Tears apart between notes
The last breaths of truth

Maybe tomorrow I'll tear up your letters
Maybe tomorrow I'll erase your kisses
I can't allow myself to be a prisoner
To the memory of a bad love

Maybe tomorrow I'll learn that I should
Leave behind my traumas and fears
That I can love myself more
Without depending on your selfishness
Or your cynicism

That formed the abyss
From which I finally managed to escape