Lyrics
We’ve already stolen nights,
we’ve already trampled boredom,
without getting bored, touched the peaks.
We’ve already brushed against the ultimate,
we’ve already seen the color
of what we could become.
We’ve already laid flowers,
so we’re already looking for the mistake,
what there is to say about this damn happiness.
We’ve already held each other too tightly
without tiring of our skin.
We’ve already lost our way
and the other cardinal points.
We’ve already seen the color
of what we could become.
We’ve already laid flowers,
so we’re already looking for the mistake,
what there is to say about this damn happiness.
We’ve already done each other so much good
that we can only fall lower.
It will always be less anyway,
it will always be less than this.
We’ve already seen the color
of what we could become.
We’ve already laid flowers,
so we’re already looking for the mistake,
what there is to say about this damn happiness.
We’ve already seen the color
of what we could become.
We’ve already laid flowers,
so we’re already looking for the mistake.
This What is there to criticize about this damn happiness?