Pétalos

I know that happiness leaves a trail of nostalgia
But the magic of that fleeting Eden was such that it opened a crack in my soul
Now that the storm has passed, now that calm hurts me
We must wake up and the dawn is so gray, but even my ruins sing to you

Because beauty is worth all its wounds
To love is never a mistake
If the petals hurt more than the thorns, what does the pain matter
Now the prose of my days for you is a song

Today everyone goes with half a kiss that gets lost in nothingness
And in love, no one escapes unscathed and excesses are paid

But beauty is worth all its wounds
To love is never a mistake
If the petals hurt more than the thorns, what does the pain matter
Now the prose of my days for you is a song