"Your kiss ..."
Why do not I forget you?
And I tell you...
but how?
How to forget the spring of your lips,
the water that I drank from them
Yes before kissing them
I already had my thirst in you ...
And it was not just the kiss ...
It was the concert that was played that rainy night.
Melodies composed only for the two.
How to forget you...
How to get you out of my being
If I have never seen you again?
That night is the only thing I have left ...
my treasure...
my bulwark of you ...
What because I do not forget you?
I just do not want to lose the only thing I have left of you ...
