Saudades کے بول

There's a word for longing For someone or something That can't be found in our language It's a type of anguish our words don't know 'Cause love goes Like a gypsy shawl Like an arrow Love is fast and life is slow Like a jet plane Like a single day It comes And goes away I loved him, I love him still Perhaps I never did, perhaps I always will But I walked away and he turned his back Now all I'm counting is all I lack 'Cause love goes Like a gypsy shawl Like an arrow Love is fast and life is slow Like a jet plane Like a single day It comes And goes away There's a word I've been searching for That in my language goes unsaid It's him that I've been longing for Now a memory in my head Because love goes Like a gypsy shawl Like an arrow Love is fast and life is slow Like a jet plane Like a single day It comes And goes away