Clara

How beautiful it was to see them walking
A single soul, divided in two
The shore of that sea enchanted them
Everything around remained still

Beautiful was the life they led
Luck did not want to give them a break
Curious how their laughter illuminated
Until the day that evil took her away

He stays with her photo in a corner
And dreams of finding her above
He hears a whisper from an old record
That his Clara once gave him

He continues with his fragmented life
Without Clara, life was colorless
The image of their happiest moments
Until now, remains his driving force

He stays with her photo in a corner
And dreams of finding her above
He hears a whisper from an old record
That his Clara once gave him

He stays with her photo in a corner
And dreams of finding her above
He hears a whisper from an old record
That his Clara once gave him

He feels her
He hears her
He waits for her
And dreams

He stays with her photo in a corner
And dreams of finding her above
He hears a whisper from an old record
That his Clara once gave him

He keeps her close to his heart
He is glad to never say goodbye
But he no longer walks along the shore
Because he knows it was beautiful between the two

He knows it was beautiful between the two
He knows it was beautiful