I don't want anymore to think the same all the time
Like it was all lies, ashes and leftovers
I want open windows so that air will blow me
To empty my mind and and have the Time in my side
I do not want you anymore to speak for those whose that we have lived
The world won't be lost if the pane breaks
I want you to come and find me, sit here and talk
How we feel so furor
How we live thus incuriously
I do not want you to grieve on Sunday evenings
Without this darkness the years remain empty
I want you to leave so that you can be saved , to stop arguing
Forget in the way who you were and how you resemble
Thus I will love you much and I will see you little
Like a woman distant
That I loved before I left
I do not want you to grieve on Sunday evenings
Without this darkness the years remain empty