Ella Lo Sabe
Edgar Oceransky
She Knows It
True to my custom I try to pass you by
For fear that my skin remembers that it died in your arms,
Faith escaped from me with you,
My shoes lost their way
And adrift sometimes I cry
I imagine all that we didn't experience.
And she knows it
And says nothing
She knows it
That after your memory one day my soul escaped.
She doesn't hurt like you
Doesn't demand time like you,
She arrived one night and stayed to wait for the dawn.
She doesn't act like you
Doesn't fake love like you,
She looks at me and knows that maybe
There won't be a tomorrow,
There won't be a tomorrow.
I tried with more sorrow than glory to forget your back,
But my body in other arms
Ended up tracing your map,
Your name broke my silence
And escaped in the early morning
When asleep and by mistake
I begged the night to bring you back.
And she knows it
And says nothing,
She knows it
That after your memory one day my soul escaped.
She doesn't hurt like you,
Doesn't demand time like you,
She arrived one night and stayed to wait for the dawn.
She doesn't act like you,
Doesn't fake love like you,
She looks at me and knows that maybe
There won't be a tomorrow.
She is so different
