Bambina

Just a little space
A tiny, tiny little trace
A little pain that remains in me
Everything you hate
I take my little place
With a tear, I erase
The earthly memories
That linger in my jacket
Bambina, I miss you
The haunting photos
Are street scents
Where I no longer go, Bambina...
From your little voice
I speak of us quietly
And when it makes them laugh
It tears me apart
Because in appearance you see
I don't resemble you
I look more like the one
Growing inside you
Bambina, I miss you
The haunting photos
Are street scents
Where I no longer go
Bambina, so alive
Come back, my stomach hurts
Bambina, in this body
I have your heart beating
I wait for you down in the street
Where the bus no longer passes
I sing at the top of my lungs
You'll see, I have the same voice
Bambina, I miss you
The haunting photos
Are street scents
Where I no longer go
Bambina...
Come back, my stomach hurts
Bambina, in this body
I have your heart beating
Just a little space
A tiny, tiny little trace