You're still on the mirror, like a stain that won't go away, like the heat when it turns on, like a voice that returns if I close the door. I think of you without regrets, without excuses stuck to the walls, with a light head and new skin, with the desire to walk without looking back. [Chorus] It wasn't a mistake, it wasn't a war, it was a story that wrote itself. And now, with the double-glazed windows, I watch the wind, but it no longer enters my house. My voice is calm, like when the sea is still after the storm, like when the stars don't speak, but they understand everything. But do you understand? It's not a drama, it's just an ending written in silence, without tears, without screams, without lies, just us, each on our own path. From here, each on their own path, with the right pace and a heart in rhythm, without fear of saying goodbye, without fear of saying "it was destiny." [Chorus] It wasn't a mistake, it wasn't a war, it was a story that wrote itself. And now, with double-glazed windows, I watch the wind, but it no longer enters my house.
