Lyrics:
Your memory arrives in a turmoil.
It gets dark again in Autumn...I watch the drizzle, and while I watchthe coffee spoon turns...Of the last coffeethat your cold lipsrequested on that occasionwith the voice of a sigh...I recall your disdain,I evoke you for no reason,I hear you without you being here:"We are through",you said in a good byeof sugar and bitterness...Just like the coffee,like the love, like the forgetfulness,like the final vertigoof a resentment for no reason...And there, merciless,I saw myself die standing up,I weighed up your vanityand then I understood my solitudewithout what for...It was raining and I offered you the last coffee.
Your memory arrives in a turmoil.
It gets dark again in Autumn...I watch the drizzle, and while I watchthe coffee spoon turns...Of the last coffeethat your cold lipsrequested on that occasionwith the voice of a sigh...I recall your disdain,I evoke you for no reason,I hear you without you being here:"We are through",you said in a good byeof sugar and bitterness...Just like the coffee,like the love, like the forgetfulness,like the final vertigoof a resentment for no reason...And there, merciless,I saw myself die standing up,I weighed up your vanityand then I understood my solitudewithout what for...It was raining and I offered you the last coffee.
the aftermath of smashing 2dozen coffee cups :)