The last time was the last time
I saw you through the window panes
The language of your back was harsh
Your hair was cruel
And in the rhythm of your steps
Your voice came clearly to me
We can’t do this anymore.
I needed to cry
But I sang in the rain
I needed to scream
But I sang in the rain.
When the birds sing
It’s your voice I hear
When dry leaves protest under your weight
It’s your name they call.
You turned your head, looking back at me anew
To see if I had tenderness in my eyes
I knew at that moment
You will come back ,
As the love of my life