Cometa

I searched for you in my hands screaming
Until I found your forgetfulness

If you were my comet in the wind
Why did you never reach my lost dreams

If you were the story and the fire
Why didn't you remember this mud
Wanderer

Roaring with verses the jarawi bleeds
The cutilios perhaps shiver from death
Dreaming of your love until dawn

Today, what a loving fist breaks
I learned to compare your joy with my tears
I wish to change everything today
Time to play with your hair until
Crying with joy

If you were the fire of the path why were you
The snow for the mud that adores you

The old pain that wove its song in my looms
Knew of my loneliness talking to the stones
Why deny my comet distant story I search for you
In my bitter sky, how much I miss you my comet

The old pain that wove its song in my looms
Knew of my loneliness talking to the stones
Why deny my comet distant story I search for you
In my bitter sky, how much I miss you comet

If you were the story and the fire
Why didn't you remember this mud
Wanderer

I wish to change everything today
Time to play with your hair until
Crying with joy

Playing with your hair until
Crying with joy

Until crying with joy