I do not want to be your dream
nor your hope already!
I swirl with a rain of leaves
which in the world takes me ...
You were a stop for me, a platform
waiting for the exact train to take me,
you were my short shelter
in the storm of time.
I can no longer be a dream,
I leave you without hope,
but far away in the world
my laughter often
he will bring me to you ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...