Tendresa

This road I leave behind is long
But I want to be light of its baggage
That so many chances are worthless to me
Neither the old paths, nor the blue of the sea
If inside me I don't feel how it beats, it beats there
The fragile art of tenderness

From your love I expect everything and more
That I turn it into a song for my evening
I love the eagerness in your eyes
The shameless arc of your naked body
But love I love you even more and always, more and always
Knowing you're a slave to tenderness

From the sweet beat of tenderness
That waits
Tenderness
That exalts
Tenderness
That heals us when loneliness is scary

The world I often live in I don't feel mine
And I know the reasons for a revolt
Misery and war, hunger and death
Fascism and hate, anger and fear
I reject a world that cries these pains, so much pain
But all of a sudden... Comes... Tenderness

Ah, if it weren't for tenderness
That waits
Tenderness
That exalts
Tenderness
That loves when loneliness is scary