Somebody said to me...

It is said to me that our lives are not worth large thing,
They pass in one moment as fade the pinks.
It is said to me that the time which slips is a bastard
That our sorrows it is made coats of them
However somebody said to me…

That you still liked me,
It is somebody who said to me that you still liked me.
Would be this possible then?
It is said to me that the destiny makes fun well of us
That it does not give us anything and that it promises all to us
Appears that happiness is within reach,
Then one tightens the hand and one finds oneself insane
However somebody said to me…

But quiest-it-which said to me that always you liked me?
I do not remember any more it was late in the night,
I still hears the voice, but I do not see any more the features
“It loves you, it is secret, do not say to him that I said it to you”
You see somebody said to me…
That you still liked me, you it was really said to me…
What did you still like me, would be this possible then?
It is said to me that our lives are not worth large thing,
They pass in one moment as fade the pinks
It is said to me that the time which slips is a bastard
That our sadnesses it is made coats of them,
However somebody said to me that…