Ser Amantes
Cachumba
Being Lovers
I am the alarm clock on the nightstand,
That I have to go back to the other house…
Before the sun rises, I will leave quickly,
I will have to wake up in my other bed.
I will go through the almost deserted city, with sleep,
Better between the eyes…
With the speed, of one who returns, to escape from the
Sun that sees everything…
Being lovers…
Wanting and not being able to live in the sun.
Being lovers…
A paper flower in love.
Being lovers…
Giving the best of each moment.
Being lovers…
How difficult, my love is being lovers…
Your yesterday slipped away from me among other arms…
Tired of waiting between two lights.
I didn't know how to defend breaking my ties, asking for the freedom that
I never had.
Today I walk through the city very early in the morning, although already without reason,
Nor a certain direction.
There is nothing to hide, I have nothing…
Because I lost your love in silence…
Being lovers…
Wanting and not being able to live in the sun.
Being lovers…
A paper flower in love.
Being lovers…
Giving the best of each moment.
Being lovers…
How difficult, my love is being lovers…
