Parece mentira
Homero Manzi
It seems like a lie
I am as always, I never changed,
my clothes are the same as before, my life too.
That's why, suddenly, I find it hard to believe
that you are the same, the same as yesterday.
It seems like a lie that everything can break in one blow,
It seems like a lie that the purest dream breaks our faith,
I look at you and I don't know, I find it hard to believe,
that you are the same one I once loved.
They are your eyes, two bright stars,
two bewitching thorns,
two thorns of light that burn
in the night of my heart.
They are my sorrows, a hundred storms.
They are my sorrows, a hundred condemnations,
a hundred condemnations of horror that chain
my lost life behind your love.
Your street is the same, your corner too,
the neighborhood nights, the same as yesterday.
The moon is the same that we both saw,
hanging at the tip of that alley.
If everything is as before, if nothing has changed, if everything is the same,
it seems like a lie that only your life could change.
I look at you and I don't know, I find it hard to believe,
that you are the same one I once loved.
