Otoño Blanco
Cielo Razzo
White Autumn
How strange the street is
you forgot me or maybe my face is not the same anymore
and everything in sepia before my half-open eyes
and my slow walk
What can be rescued from what we have lost already
I am the shadow of oblivion, I am the good tear
I am the prisoner in your sentence
I am the burning tree
I am the good Samaritan but sometimes I throw stones
I don't come back to look for what you wanted to give me
Far away the hands I didn't think of, I miss you to come back
white autumn now I know, wanting you back, wanting you back
How strange the street is
you forgot me or maybe my face is not the same anymore
and everything in sepia before my half-open eyes
and my slow walk
What can be rescued from what we have lost already
Far away the hands I didn't think of, I miss you to come back
white autumn now I know, wanting you back, wanting you back.
