No em facis dir el que no he de dir.
No diguis tu el que no vull sentir.
Saps què diré, em coneixes prou bé.
Si em sorprens, jo em deixaré fer.
Avui no ploro, no crido, tampoc vull decidir.
Tu manes, tu cuines avui.
A mitja nit m'aixeco d'un somni
en uns braços que no són mai els teus.
No tinc cap por, sé que estàs al costat.
Totes les voltes que ens queden per fer.
Avui no ploro, no crido, tampoc vull decidir.
Tu manes, tu cuines avui.
Aias
You promised that after winterYou’ll come to pick me upTo drive all around EuropeLike the old days, dressed in whiteI’ve noticed by your handwritingThat you started drinking againReminded me of those yearsBack then it was never too lateThe spring time breezeThe winter hazeGreen apple pies and stomach achesWe slept together for a thousand daysIn a rowThe echoes of your letterDon’t get to fill this roomThere are words that get me betterThere are words that hurt like hellThe spring time breezeThe winter hazeGreen apple pies and stomach achesWe slept together for a thousand daysIn a rowSometimes seems that you forgot…The spring time breezeThe winter hazeGreen apple pies and stomach achesWe slept together for a thousand daysIn a rowWild honey