When I'm
64 years old
And I'll see a silver veil
on my hair
The joy of seeing you
and hearing you sing
In that moment will be the most precious thing I'll have
I'll cultivate your beauty
To dry the tears of every caress
And if you'll lean on my shoulders even if
I'll be nothing I'll love you even if I'm a corpse
I'll dissolve the joy and the pain
And that's why I never betrayed you
Because I understood that time
passes
But your love doesn't give it to me
