Show is over

I want to remember the way the bed is rumpled, the way you're getting dressed there, in the darkness

How you leave like a ghost, without saying good-bye

We have finished writing our love story, only a couple of words left to write

Sit with me, talk to me



I want to remember how the snow is falling, slower than it usually does

The way the soul is wandering the room, naked

Soon, the echo of a new day will begin, start it without me

Don't wake me up, set me free



The show is over, the lights are fading and there are no more omission points

Stop the music, the show is over, happy end



I will be the way you never wanted me to be, I'll do with other men that, which you were unable to

I will cut the last string between us

Drying off the teary eyes, I'm asking you, my ex -

Sit with me, talk to me!



The show is over, the lights are fading and there are no more omission points

Stop the music, the show is over, happy end