Em Dius Que El Nostre Amor

You tell me our love will be like a child,
that you’ll give your heart to the days ahead,
lost and without direction, a mirror of beautiful things,
you tell me our love ends among the stars.
You tell me our love was just the first,
that another stronger arm will hold you better,
about to be a memory, the brightness of a picked flower,
you tell me our love doesn’t know how to find life.
You tell me to cry if I want to cry,
you tell me to die until tomorrow,
you can’t understand how the pain
lasts forever when it becomes a song.
You tell me our love was a wounded bird,
it trembles in your heart, dreams in my chest,
friends with death, a path of white sails,
the light of our love is a flower that closes.
You tell me our love was a wounded bird,
it trembles in your heart, dreams in my chest,
friends with death, a path of white sails,
the light of our love is a flower that closes.