Didie | Carne trémula or do we have the honour to choose our own destiny

We are an impossible dream, seeking the night
to forget in its shadows the world and everything else.
We, in our daydream, painful and beloved
two leaves that the wind brought together in autumn.
We are two beings in one, who, loving each other, die
to keep the secret of their love.
But what will life matter when we are separated?
We are two teardrops in a song.
But what will life matter...
Nothing more are we, nothing more...