Apenas um beijo na face
e o olhar parado na imensidão da noite
uma última carícia nos cabelos
e a solidão que agora se instala em nossas almas
mesmo que queiramos
as estrelas não irão brilhar
a lua não ira aparecer
os rios não mais correrão para o mar
e as flores não irão mais brotar
nos jardins gelados da vida
o sol não mais nos aquecerá
e a primavera não mais virá em nossos corações
mesmo querendo
não podemos ir além
este amor é um poema
uma obra de arte
feita para viver na saudade
viver na lembrança de uma noite
fria e cinza
O adeus é o único caminho
a dor é o nosso destino
a distancia a nossa sina
e a realidade, a nossa última certeza.
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Time to Say Goodbye
Time to say goodbye
Just a kiss on the cheek
And the gaze stuck in the night's immensity
A last caress on the hair
And the loneliness that now settles in our souls.
Even if we want them to,
The stars will not shine,
The moon will not appear,
The rivers will no longer run to the sea.
And the flowers will not bloom anymore
In the frozen gardens of life,
The sun will no longer warm us,
And spring will no longer come to our hearts.
Even wanting to,
We cannot go on,
This love is a poem,
A work of art
Made to live in longing,
To live in the memory
Of a gray and cold night.
The goodbye is the only way,
The pain is our destiny,
The distance our fate,
And reality, our last certainty.
And the flowers will not bloom anymore
In the frozen gardens of life,
The sun will no longer warm us,
And spring will no longer come to our hearts.
Even wanting to,
We cannot go on,
This love is a poem,
A work of art
Made to live in longing,
To live in the memory
Of a gray and cold night.
The goodbye is the only way,
The pain is our destiny,
The distance our fate,
And reality, our last certainty.
The rivers will no longer run to the sea.
And the flowers will not bloom anymore
In the frozen gardens of life,
The sun will no longer warm us,
And spring will no longer come to our hearts.
Even wanting to,
We cannot go on,
This love is a poem,
A work of art
Made to live in longing,
To live in the memory
Of a gray and cold night.
The goodbye is the only way,
The pain is our destiny,
The distance our fate,
And reality, our last certainty.
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