I can write the more sad verses this night.
To write, for example "The night is full of stars", and they shiver, blue, the celestial bodies.
The night's wind turns around the sky and sing.
I can write the more sad verses this night, I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
At nights like this i did have her between my arms.
I kissed her so much above the infinity sky.
She loved me, sometimes i loved her too.
How could I not have loved her beautiful fixed eyes?.
I can write the more sad verses this night.
To think about she isn't already mine, to feel that i've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse fall to the soul, as the grass to the dew.
Does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is full of stars, and she isn't with me.
That is all, in the distance someone sings, in the distance, my soul is not content with having lost her.
How to looking at for her? my eyes are looking for her, my heart is looking for her, but she isn't with me.
We are already not the same persons.
I already don't love her, it's right, but how much i loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
From another, she will be from another, as before my kisses, her voice, her clear body, her infinite eyes.
I already don't love her, it's right, but maybe i love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.
At nights like this i did have her between my arms.
My soul is not content with having lost her.
Although this is the last pain that she causes me, and these are the last verses that I write to her.