It's not about love, nor about hate;
It's about you and me, together;
About the things around us,
Which are not yet written under the stars;
About death and sun, moon and life.

We were lost in the world by loving;
We were mad and drunk in love,
Flying in the high sky, without questioning,
Not trying to run away.
We were one.

We resist the abyss, concurring the exile,
Seeing the other par of the world,
Being engaged by death,
Entombed by marriage.