צילום: נתי מרציאנו
We were both children, in a world like Old
Boring secrets wet ground
So I gave you a souvenir - a white string bracelets
When everything was much simpler, even love
And we knew how to give, without wanting to take
We were silent for hours in front of the horizon erased
Would you reach out and pull the fear
There were no instruments to replace us a hug
My old love,
How do I let you go?
Memories of standing bent over at the entrance
Today orchards smell comes just a box
My old love,
How do I let you go?
How to Book unravels everything, and only I am left
Each song suddenly becomes an inexplicable longing
Hot on Saturdays in August, we sped out to sea
All the salt in the world stung like tears:
And we both knew we were facing all
Burning sleeping bag I melted into you