The last kiss

 

You are looking for shelter, brotherly consolation

You are stretching out your arms to the mirror

You are hardly moving and with a severe look

You are gloomily mumbling an old song

 

Of those violins played by the wind

The last kiss my sweet child

It stings on your face like lemon drops

The heroic courage of a cruel farewell

But they are teardrops while it rains

While it rains, it rains teardrops

While it rains, it rains teardrops

 

Magic stillness, veiled indulgence

After the ungrateful storm

You take breath again and with intense enthusiasm

You celebrate a mild and uncommon awakening

 

A thousand violins played by the wind

The last embrace my dear child

In the soft memory of a silver rain

The merciless sense of a non-return

 

Of those violins played by the wind

The last kiss my sweet child

It stings on your face like lemon drops

The heroic courage of a cruel farewell

But they are teardrops while it rains

While it rains, it rains teardrops

While it rains, it rains teardrops