How I waste paper remembering you
How you make me talk in the silence;
How I don't stop wanting you:
Even though none ever sees me with you;
And how time passes
That soon they are years
Without you passing me by, stopped
I give you a song
If I open a door and you come out of the shadow
I give you a song of early morning
When I want more of your light
I give you a song
When you appear the mystery of love
And if you don't appear, it doesn't matter to me
I give you a song
If I look a little outsidе, I stop myself:
The city collapses and I, singing:
Thе people that hate me and that love me
Won't forgive that I'm distracted
They believe that I say it all;
That I play with my life
Because they don't know you—or feel you
I give you a song
And I make a speech
About my right to talk
I give you a song
With my two hands
With the same that kills
I give you a song, and I say Motherland
And I go on talking for you
I give you a song like a shot
Like a book, a word, a guerrilla
Like I give my love