There’s nothing quite like saying goodbye;
one day, a day like any other, it ends.
You used to be a part of my life
My mornings, my nights --
my winter, spring, summer and fall
How ironic is it, that we say goodbye now,
in the season we met each other?
Fresh fallen snow in front of my feet.
Just like that very first day;
I wish this day, too, would end
with you by my side once more

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I love this girl
But she don’t even know me
Not even a memory
I love this girl
She’s the only thing I see
Yeah she makes it hard to breathe
But she’s outta reach
Yeah I need her love
I need her heart
Without her in my arms
I’ll fall apart
I need that girl
To me she’s the world
To me she’s mine
All the time
But she loves him
And she needs him
Yeah I love a girl
But she don’t even know me
Not even a memory
Yeah I loved a girl