Blue

I let go of you
and so I left
for more or for less
without any purpose.
(It bothers me not to see you and tell you
what it's like not to have you so close.
I wake up and don't know about destiny
if it's the air or the water so fresh)
Blue falls rolling
and heals thus
the wounds that haven't dried yet
from that April.
(And it bugs me to not see you and say it
to not have you as close as I wanted
and I wake up without a destiny
if it's air, if it's water or wine)
What I gave you turns back to me,
I just felt losing you again
and this is how it is, music for me,
I won't let my feet rest anymore.