Late, very late
you ask me if I'm lying to you,
when I know that you know well
that I don't even know it myself.
Late, very late,
no Tell me that there is still time,
something more than our skin
has begun to age.
I loved you so much
that it makes me ashamed
to remember it... .
let it be,
let it be late.
Late, very late.
we are only guided by fatigue
and that fear of losing
what has been and is no longer.
Late, very late,
late to remedy it,
that train has already left us,
it will never come back again
I loved you so much...
that it makes me ashamed
to remember it...
let it be,
let it be late.
Late, so late.

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