200 note [English translation]

A room, a window

A tidy bed, a mirror

Where your reflection still finds space

The memory now is like

A voiceless piano

That sounds more and I no longer hear its notes

And suddenly, in the silence, my thoughts

Flies toward that image

My cold hands and my hair

Black and long, on my shoulders

My lips, a little bit embarrassed, whispered

'Don't look at me, don't stop yourself'

Skin to skin, your smile

Words aren't needed

I still remember the emotion

While the Sun was fading away

And in the room, there were two hundred notes

Each life has, always

A destiny of crossing

Of touching even a single moment

And maybe what you bear inside you is true

It's always everything that

I never could have next to me

And then I try to reject the traces

Of a very distant memory

My cold hands and my hair

Black and long, on my shoulders

My lips, a little bit embarrassed, whispered

'You can look at me, don't stop yourself'

Skin to skin, your smile

Words aren't needed

I still remember the emotion

While the Sun was fading away

And in the room, there were two hundred notes

Two hundred notes

My cold hands and my hair

Black and long, on my shoulders

My lips, a little bit embarrassed, whispered

'You can touch me, don't stop yourself'

Skin to skin, your smile

Words aren't needed

I still remember the emotion

While the Sun was fading away

And in the room, there were two hundred notes

And that's how life goes on and its trail

In balance, between regret and remorse

And we stay, healing the pieces of our hearts

For we are the blood that flows and that invents love

The past is the past and nothing can be done

You can lose it or you can look for it

In these empty nights

And in the room, there were two hundred notes