Todavía una canción de amor

Don't trust me if I swear it's impossible,
don't doubt my doubt and my maybe.
Love is like a lost pin
stuck in the lapel of chance...
The moon sunbathes in the early morning,
'never ever' means 'maybe'.
Death is a scorned lover
who plays dirty and doesn't know how to lose.
I'm trying to tell you
I'm desperate waiting for you,
I don't go out looking for you because I know
I run the risk of finding you;
I keep biting my nails night and day
with the grudge;
I still owe you
a love song.
Don't run if I call you suddenly,
don't leave if I tell you 'get lost':
often the most urgent lips
don't rush two kisses later.
The heart clings to what's lost,
the eyes that don't see look better.
Singing is shooting at oblivion,
living without you is sleeping at the station.
I'm trying to tell you
I'm desperate waiting for you,
I don't go out looking for you because I know
I run the risk of finding you;
I keep biting my nails night and day
with the grudge;
I still owe you
a love song
I keep biting my nails night and day
with the grudge;
I still owe you
a love song...