More songs by YONLAPA
Description
Sometimes love is not a storm, but a lingering fog. It seems that everything is still close by, but take a step to the side and you can no longer see where the shore was. People part not with scandal, but with a quiet “be happy,” which then echoes in your ribs. You try to patch up the hole with someone else's kindness, you look into smiles, into eyes, you search for familiar warmth - and suddenly you catch yourself thinking that all this is a rehearsal for something that can never be brought back.
But inside, a little dream still lives: of a house that smells of cats and sunshine, where someone laughs in the kitchen, where love doesn't burn out, but simply remains - familiar, quiet, your own.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Would have been better if we had a thought.
It was love or was it sure?
It feels a way that two but somehow it still put us together and I know.
We move like strangers and every night alive with longing faces.
Every single night,
I try to find new love.
And someone just ask, "Hi, maybe it's the one last night who was so sweet to me. "
Soft eyes and gentle smile and curves that shine till the velvet night ends up a white lie.
I dream of loveless days.
A cat, a child, a yard, and golden rays.
Tell ordinary days like the first time we met. He might be my best friend in my life.
The way you move pulls me back into the place I can't remember when I stop loving or just pretend.
I dream of loveless days. A cat, a child, a yard, and golden rays.
Tell ordinary days like the first time we met.
He might be my best friend in my life.