Sera

You know my love, what a strange desolation
It rains in my soul and here I am alone
While I write you this letter today

You know my love, there's no one in my room
Only a song plays on the radio
And inside me, I search for the truth
My light, my freedom

Will be the dawn
Maybe the sound of a train
Will be unintentional
I hear your laughter, feel your steps

Old papers where I will tell you
That I got used to sadness
Because my letter is a small flower in a mailbox

Will be so much loneliness
Maybe this thirst for love
Will be that I can't forget
I write a letter from afar

Will be the dawn
Maybe because I loved you
Will be unintentional
I hear your laughter, feel your steps