Volvera

The alarm will ring on my phone again
The rake will irritate my beard again
Father Vitor will officiate his mass again
The iron will burn my shirt again

But you and I won’t
But we won’t

The smog will take over the sky again
The ice will break off at the pole again
Traffic will once again 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 come back in style
The preparations for your wedding will return with my curses
Against fate and that terrible fear of the rice shower that will fall in your path

Uncertainty will return to keep me company
The night will stretch out and get a little colder
And I’ll wait for the day to negotiate with melancholy

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

Hugs will return at the terminals
Lies will return to the courts
They’ll call me again just to leave me out of their plans

To top it all off

To hug you again
To have you again
To insist on seeing you again
To kiss you again

To light you up again
To find you again so I won’t lose you again