Ya dije que las metáforas son peligrosas. El amor empieza por una metáfora. Dicho de otro modo: el amor empieza en el momento en que una mujer inscribe su primera palabra en nuestra memoria poética. Milán Kundera
4.1.10
Spring nicht - Don't jump
On top of the roof the air is so cold and so calm. I say your name in silence, you don't wanna hear it right now.
The eyes of the city are counting the tears falling down, each one a promise of everything you never found.
I scream into the night for you. Don't make it true. Don't jump.
The lights will not guide you through, they're deceiving you. Don't jump. Don't let memories go of me and you, the world down there out of view .
Please, don't jump.
You open your eyes but you can't remember what for, the snow falls quietly, you just can't feel it no more.
Somewhere up there you lost yourself in your pain, you dream of the end to start all over again.
I scream into the night for you. Don't make it true. Don't jump.
The lights will not guide you through, they're decieving you. Don't jump. Don't let memories go of me and you, the world is down there out of view.
Please don't jump
Don't jump
I scream into the night for you, don't make it true, don't jump...
The lights will not guide you through they're decieving you. Don't jump. Don't let memories go of me and you, the world is down there out of view.
Please don't jump, don't jump... And if all that can't hold you back... I'll jump for you.
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