I want to remember me as a crumpled bed, dressed as you are there in the dark
As you leave the ghost of silence, without saying goodbye.
We finished writing a novel about love, missing only a couple of words,

Sit with me, talk to me.

I want to remember the snow falling, snow is falling more slowly than normal.

Just as the soul wanders around the room naked.
Soon will sound the echo of a new day, start it without me.
Do not wake me, set me free.


The play is over, the lights go out, and there are no dots.
Stop the music, the show is over, happy end.


I'll be with such a way you would not, do to others what you could not.
I tear the last thread between us.

Wet eyes obscuring his hand, I pray thee, my ex -
Sit with me, talk to me!


The play is over, the lights go out, and there are no dots.
Stop the music, the show is over, happy end.