And this same homeless heart, so proud, still defies the prohibition. Tell him, I beg you, tell me, tell me these words so that I can finally breathe again.
Tell me those magic words that I have waited for so long and that I have never heard.
So many times that I dreamed, so many times that I hoped so much, I prayed so much that these words would finally come out of your mouth.
Tell me, my ailments are waiting for that, my heart only hears your voice.
I wouldn't have thought that such simple words would be so important, or even that your absence would be such a penance.
These three words prevent me from living, in fact, it's even a matter of life and death.