Reason Remains We Are Not The Same
My eyes into the windowpane have seen the first ray of
the sun,
refracted in the pleat of my blanket and my young
heart.
Oh the tenderness I find in your face when you quiet
sleep.
Who’ll imagine that I have all these feelings inside of
me.
This tale was born by the first steps of our sweet
childhood years.
All that was funny. The innocence in there and all that
bashfulness.
Same as the wind when I was playing with your marine
and soft hair.
Same as the sun of all those days blushing your pretty
and shiny face.
And that’s how all those years have been over.
We were drown in a sea of reality and so there.
Something has changed us and now.
We are not the same. How long it has been.
Everything changes, how can you see?
That we can not speak.
In that November dusk when I just saw you were around.
I felt your melancholy sight when you saw me with her
around.
You took a piece with you of my broken heart.
Walking with you I saw the end of our path.
Something has changed us and now.
We are not the same. How long it has been.
Everything changes, how can you see?
That we can not speak.
We are not the same. Our ego chip in
The life that’s coming over
We forgot to speak.
Why can not we speak?
It’s hard to speak.
Because we are not the same.
