met to clear the river
that once flowed in us
but the devil planted misunderstanding
in the most fruitful parts, our hearts

how could warm brown turn into such coldness
a colour I can not describe
seeing the avert so obvious
broke something in the inside

every beginning of a thought a stitch
every full memory a harpune
the only way to stop the dry
is to clear my forest soon

cannot say all love is gone in me
but I feel in you it is
realizing this reality
is the pushing from the cliff

we met to clear our river,
it used to flow so pure
but the devil hides our estuary
and contaminated whats inside the blue

our place, will we find it again?
maybe if we don't try
the estuary, will we find her again?
Let's see what's there when we die