Records

Through the streets of sun and hope
where we left our best years behind.
With eyes full of cold and longing
I remembered you laughing by my side.

Longing for the hours
we have spent,
remembering the life
by your side.

So many memories,
so many hours we have spent,
so many forgotten smiles,
so many evenings we have filled
with sun and loneliness.
So many colors that have rusted,
so many seconds by your side,
so many flags we have raised
of hope and struggle,
of sun and loneliness.

On rainy nights and closed sea,
when darkness drowns all the lighthouses,
I write quietly with tired eyes
new songs that you will no longer hear.

So many dreams that have drowned,
so much illusion we created,
so many images in my mind,
so many people who have left us,
so many smiles you have extinguished,
so many feelings that have not changed,
so many streets that have loved us,
so many moments of complicity,
so many wounds on our hands,
so many hours we talked,
so many stories to tell,
so many streets we wore out,
so many squares we filled,
so many escapes to the sewers,
so many wounds on our hands,
so many faces and fists raised,
so much hope as we walked,
so many songs we sang,
so many unfinished chords.