The wind blows, a furious wind,
My hands deep in the pockets of longing
without you anymore I go back frozen
with the signs of the separation.

Come and cut me in two
with a look a knife with blood
to love you two times
and two lives to wait for you.

In the rain crumpled paper
words we were writing and now are erased
I will wait for two lives
to write again on a white paper.

Come and cut me in two
with a look a knife with blood
to love you two times
and two lives to wait for you.