serenade 2.0

the sleep that does not depend, then day was not that it was spent.
so night then was the day of sleep, despite the hustle of the street.
i asked you once that you feel fine, and said yes because you were mine.
so we slept and dance the whole night through, and paint the colours of pink and blue.

until the fire in our hearts just fade, i woke up to find the open gate.
i was told that my love was fine, and not just that she was mine.
alas she left me by the bed, she left me nothing but what she said.
our dance was more than once, but i guess it was something she does not want.

and i asked myself do i feel fine, and not just that she was mine.
this music that our dreams had spun, so finally it fades out in the sun.

- munando the electric disbeliever