Kiss me on the scar of time,
convince me that you can bring back and
live twice
the time that has gone by.
Caress me with words of tenderness,
sing with the voice of a mother,
that puts the baby to sleep
and wake me up from the sleep of the
memories.
Come kiss my hair,
which hides away the past under
the burnt cherry color ...
The past did not have mercy on me,
the man’s mercy - I didn’t want.
Kiss me on the scar of time,
take the fear of loss away from me
I'm a man who suffers from time itself,
And ain’t no cure for that- they say.
EN 
MK