I'm still yearning that
but you're not here, as time went by
puts away your winning soul,
left troubling paths.
My heart, how full I'm of your beats,
please let me be;
how can i stop this hurting?
unchain me outside your chart.
Asking my soul says: "no,
get across ahead, you'll have to gain"
a silence comes then
(with) the tears I can't deny.
You, my love!
(love): "What have you done?"
(I'm) calling out loud,
even though I know you won't come.
