Not in time

Tell me what should I do when I hear your call,

because I am on the bridge of love,

ready, so ready to fall

and I do not expect you to turn your eyes

never to hear my heartbeat

that for you slowly dies.

Tell what should I do to not look so petrified,

because I am at the end of the stairs,

ready, so ready to drop

and I do not have a fear, I am not terrified

you will never gaze at the light

that runs into my sight.

Tell what should I do not to believe in an illusion

because I am at the end of the highway,

ready, so ready to crush

and I do not heave remorse, not an allusion

you will never reach me in time

not in time to be mine.