Once I begin a dream
and since you came into my life
it had a sense: a way.
All the things and colors where there:
all the senses;
all I was taught by the holy souls.

Love: in its four letters
Love: in all the meaning

Happiness was not the air for itself:
it was the air of you and I together.

Now the dreams are turned back
but they exist in our past time
they're left in your heart
who took it
the day you decided to leave.

Now my heart has fall into pieces;
my soul is weak
and everyday the rain in my eyes
doesn't stop.

The days had turned without color
my soul is missing you,
my pulses are calling you;
and my lips are crying
for those kisses of life.