And in an intimate coffee, with a sad look, I approach your soul.
Full of kisses and passions, I give myself to you and to the wind.
Take me, I am yours.
Submerge your sorrows, channel my desires, create an abyss and in that abyss, my suffering.
That I have not gone far, that I have not touched the wind.
It keeps me away from us, it keeps me away from you.
