Suspira

You ignoring so as not to stop breathing
And so be able to cry out a bitter sigh
That will make my voice break

I stop and say enough is enough
That there is nothing left
Why nostalgia?
If the dream is over

Nothing falls on your tomorrow
And swallowed tears
The dream is over

No, I am not unaware of your pain
I am no stranger to my pain
Tell me how to delete
Memories of Winter
They're starting to overwhelm me
Enough
That there is nothing left
Why nostalgia?
If the dream is over
Nothing
It falls on your morning
And swallowed tears
The dream is over