I try not to cry, the wind cried the news, I put a brave face and just sing along the dying dog's blues.

He loves bright and pure, as I hate when he scatters on floors all his fur, he’s always a friend, his eyes never have to pretend.

He feels with my palms, as I feel with his paws, I’m calling his name, he barks and there’s always a smile on his tail.

He lives in my soul, me, beyond his close eyes, I’m sometimes a light and sometimes a shadow not kind.

He runs in my heart, me, inside all his dreams in the night, I don’t want to stop, he snores and I walk and I walk and I walk…

Maybe tonight I’ll embrace all the sorrow, the undying miss, the sadder tomorrow. And cry myself out. For sure this will happen tonight!