I knew it was trouble to fall in love I knew it wouldn't work out But although all this problems of society that are keeping us apart it is you who makes me swallow my pride
We never sing the poet Who is the sweetest song His verses are suffused with delight And words are the rippling rhythm He breathes away from the world And dies only in isolation
We didn't choose to be like this, people made us who we are with their words which hurted, their looks which judged, their talking behind our backs, no it didn't matter to them!