Broken Dreams

That dead rose in the street awaits
Message after message, preparing itself to fly
Because you have been my companion
Because now you’re nothing and now everything is pointless
If I didn’t know how to love you it wasn’t your fault
I don’t believe in love and that’s not my fault
If I didn’t know how to see you and I lost you
If every day you give me makes you suffer
No, no

To see you once again
With your eyes saturated from yesterday
With the sweetness of a love that no one sees
With the promise of that last coffee
With a bunch of broken dreams
To see you once again
To see you once again
With a heap of broken dreams

I left my pride behind for a moment
I prepared myself to be alone once again
If I didn’t know how to love you it wasn’t your fault
I don’t believe in love and that’s not my fault
If I didn’t manage to understand and I lost you
If every day that you give me makes you suffer
No, no

To see you once again
With your eyes saturated from yesterday
With the sweetness of a love that no one sees
With the promise of that last coffee
With a bunch of broken dreams
To see you once again
To see you once again
With a heap of broken dreams

To see you once again
With your eyes saturated from yesterday
With the sweetness of a love that no one sees
With the promise of that last coffee
With a bunch of broken dreams
To see you once again
To see you once again
With a heap of broken dreams