Volvera

The alarm will sound on my phone again
The razor will return to irritate my beard
Father Victor will return to officiate his mass
The iron will burn my shirt again
But you and I won't, but we won't

The smog will return to take over the sky
The ice will melt again at the pole
The traffic will return, once again, to put me in a bad mood
The office worker will dress up again
But you and I won't, but we won't

Love will become fashionable again
The preparations for your wedding will return
With my curses against destiny
And that dreadful fear of the rice shower
That will fall on your path

Uncertainty will return to keep me company
The night will become long and a little colder
And to wait for the day to negotiate with melancholy

The ghosts of what could have been will return
The questions will return, that noise will return
I know the sound of anguish and torment
And it's just a matter of time
For the bells of forgetfulness to ring

The hugs will return to the terminals
The lies will return to the courts
They will call me back just to
Leave me out of their plans
To top it all off

I will return to hug you, I will return to have you
I will insist to see you again
I will return to kiss you, I will return to ignite you
I will return to find you so as not to lose you