Viure Sense Tu

Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's ending
Point and beginning of living without you

I didn't know that you would also give me
Manuals of geography
Hundred Mondays in one drawing

What did I know about breaths that met
About hairs that tangled
About hands and perfumes

Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's ending
Point and beginning of living without you

I didn't know that in the night you would taste me
They were tastes that swam
Between mouths and corners

I didn't know that afterwards I'd get killed
By your stare
That cries and says no

And comes a day when life becomes a play
Which is called happiness
Spring and orange blossoms
With whom you loved the most
I give you my life
And without you, I don't want it

And then the evening passes and you look at me
So close that it hurts
The Sun sets and it still rains
That I love you too much and too little
And I don't know what's going on
Are we friends? Are we lovers?

Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's ending
Point and beginning of living without you

I didn't know that you would also give me
Manuals of geography
Hundred Mondays in one drawing

What did I know about breaths that met
About hairs that tangled
About hands and perfumes

I didn't know that in the night you would taste me
They were tastes that swam
Between mouths and corners

I didn't know that afterwards I'd be killed
By your stare
That cries and says no

And comes a day when life becomes a play
Which is called happiness
Spring and orange blossoms
With whom you loved the most
I give you my life
And without you, I don't want it

And then the evening passes and you look at me
So close that it hurts
The Sun sets and it still rains
That I love you too much and too little
And I don't know what's going on
Are we friends? Are we lovers?

And comes a day when life becomes a play
Which is called happiness
Spring and orange blossoms
With whom you loved the most
I give you my life
And without you, I don't want it

And then the evening passes and you look at me
So close that it hurts
The Sun sets and it still rains
That I love you too much and too little
And I don't know what's going on
Are we friends? Are we lovers?

Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's ending
Point and beginning of living without you