April sweet sleep, sweet love
April,
bitter memory of a love that was born in April.
whole night talking, we were far
but we were so close, you were confused ...
but happy
lontami but we felt we were shivering,
as if we were touching the soul. Then
neighbors
dangerously close,
were even more confused ... but more happy.
was wrong, absolutely wrong
,
but made us feel good, made us feel on another planet,
like you and me we were always one, and finally
could be, on that planet, had
one day in April.
It 's been a year, the memory is alive, the pain is consumed.
was love, then pain, then vomiting and disbelief.
Now I do not know ... only surprise of the year that has passed.
