Vive

Tell me if your soul doesn't carry a memory
If the flowers of the tree are dead
That kept your secret of loving me

Listen, my voice no longer has words
And my eyes don't look at anyone
And my kisses fall asleep without you

Live, as the afternoon goes down the path of the Sun
And my yearnings get lost waiting for your love
Live, because I know what you feel when you see me coming
That life is not good if you can't love