Normandia

Saying goodbye to the chain
Messages where we lie
The salty water of the shore
Makes the ocean blush
Time goes backwards
In its back, spring
Flows the bitter language
Learned by the girls on the benches
Where we love, walk or die

Cry my foolish heart
The open letters of time
Oh pick my heart in these lines
The faded flowers in the blanks

Oh cry my foolish heart
I write to you with the grass and the wind
And when death draws us
It's with the blue ink of lovers

I give back to the sea
Our childlike faces
In our shards of glass
The ocean comes to die
Where we love, walk or die

Cry my foolish heart
The open letters of time
Oh pick my heart in these lines
The withered flowers in the blanks

So run my foolish heart
I keep the 'blood red' clouds
And when death draws us
It's with the blue ink of lovers

So run my heart in exile
So run my heart in exile
So run my heart in exile