I once believed in heroes.
I was weak on you.
I believed in the two of us once.
Maybe I do now.
Your hands are taking me now
this little hope, optimism ...
I believed that love existed.
It makes me no longer pure.
You can always look for me
somewhere below these ruins.
The soul cannot be drowned here
and without air it will be alive.
You can always look for me
when that distance approaches us.
Our bodies will be joined
and when my heart emigrates.
I believed that far away
you remember me every day.
I believed you, and now someone
wake up while I sleep alone.
Your hands are taking me now
this little hope, optimism ...
I believed, I believed ...
You can always look for me
somewhere below these ruins ...