When your voice languishes in the wind
whispers are heard instead of reproaches,
we will ride together, like warriors,
in search of the encounter that wastes.
Restless eyes bright in the nights,
watch the flashes of the eyes
a distant echo of undone loves,
that awaits time, patient and attentive.
Like ringing bells
we will call the soul to battle,
We will fight to save what unites us.
We will witness the fleeting encounter,
where love reaches out without murmuring
and our voices melt into one song.
