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I heard you say... goodbye, goodbye...
I closed my eyes and hid the pain...
I felt your footsteps crossing the afternoon
and my cowardly hands couldn't stop you.
My heart cried out in love
and in the silence, your voice echoed,
your dear voice, distant and lost,
your voice that was mine... your pale voice.

In the desolate nights, shaken by the wind,
cold stars of regret shine bright
and I fool myself thinking you'll come back again
unraveling forgetfulness and time.

I feel your footsteps returning on the friendly path.
I hear you calling my name, filled with mortal fatigue,
what's the point if I already know my efforts are in vain,
ever... never... will you come.

I saw you leave, you said goodbye,
I trembled with anguish and hid my pain.
Then, thinking you wouldn't return,
I tried to reach you, but you were no longer mine.
My heart bled with love,
and in the memory, your voice echoed...
your dear voice, distant and lost,
your frozen voice, your pale voice.