Sweet Illusions

So far, far, far away now,
Where there's no joy or a bird,
Where the desire is withering,
Someone is waiting so far, far, far away.




It was called love a long time ago,
In spring, night or fairy tale,
Yesterday it was suffering, embarrassing, dear,
Today it's a memory, tomorrow my grave will have dust.




Why did you have to hide, why didn't you say,
One day, there won't be anymore tomorrow.
I never asked you to tell me why you gave me one.
What wasn't doesn't hurt.




I don't know what it is,
but it's good to be very, very, very
sorry for some of your words,
like the cloud of dusk that
shines and the stars that are beyond it.




I don't know what it is,
but it's sweet, a look at you when it comes to you,
like sunshine when it flashes on the roof,
even though the night is coming into my room.




I don't know what it is,
but I feel that my life has been beautiful again,
your words are silky-hearted,
like march's winds on graves!




I don't know what it is, but it's good, it's a lot,
It hurts, honey, let it hurt, I'll let it.
If it's stupid, if it's a mistake, let it be,
if it's love, forgive me for that.

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