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A sweet sensation captivated her young,
fragile woman's heart
She let herself be embraced between kisses and silence
she knew love on her skin.

It was so beautiful to walk towards nowhere
confusing dream and reality, everything was true,
there was nothing to pray for, perhaps a prayer
begging for the continuity of that sensation.

It's so sad to remember
that every story has its end.
Like the sunrise sun, one must be born
starting from yesterday.
It's very sad to remember
that every story has its end.

Little by little, the sweetness of that love broke,
someday it lost its power.
And the end came, with tears time
ended everything by breaking it.

It became so painful to walk towards nowhere
distinguishing dream and reality, what is the truth?
There was still so much to ask for in every prayer
begging to feel the sweet sensation again.

It's so sad to remember
that every story has its end.
Like the sunrise sun, one must be born
starting from yesterday.
Far on the horizon where nothing was lost
we draw the words of love,
with the voice, of love, of goodbye.