and with a light, light breeze...
and with your lifeless eyes...
Listen, my friend: you are suffering tonight,
and so you must struggle, with your little strength.
My calm is composing a desperate song,
because you need (to) dream this image...
THE FIRE LIT UP THE ROOM,
AND OUR LOVE WAS SO GREAT!
AND OUR LOVE WAS SO GREAT...
Come on, play your guitar, now!
and the future is your gage.
Listen, my friend: you are suffering tonight,
and so you must struggle, with your little strength.
My calm is composing a desperate song,
because you need (to) dream this image...
THE FIRE LIT UP THE ROOM,
AND OUR LOVE WAS SO GREAT!
AND OUR LOVE WAS SO GREAT...