nobody knows where we have been
it has rained all afternoon
and nobody knows where we have been
from now on
I will remain in your shadow
I will live in the end of seasons when
the insect returns to its larval state
ready to believe that everyone who walks
in the street is somebody I know
but I shall stay in my room
made of your shadow
in a dark room
where death is a disorientated messenger
where I come in this poor dim light
let it be like that