There are several meters of water in the streets of my pain,

Several tons of mud in the stream of my veins;

The river carries telephone wires,

With my calls inside still resounding.

 

The rain watered down all the words I invent,

Birds shouted so you can’t hear me.

In the places where you were, there are pieces of ice

And trees across so I can’t pass through.

Where you will go I shall follow you,

I shall follow you…

 

Even when you will have closed down your hundred of doors,

Even when you will have cried for the children of another one,

Even when you will have put out what burned best,

Even if you go farther than my eyes can follow you,

Where you will go I shall follow you,

I shall follow you…

 

Even in the depth of silence,

I still hear you saying me:

”We’re approaching the sky”.

Our closed books are swinging,

I don’t want to fall alone, to fall alone,

I don’t want to fall alone.

 

If you want, I shall love even those who touch you,

Those who still have your taste full of their mouth,

Even those you hate, even those you love…

There is so much water in the streets of my pain…

Where you will go I shall follow you.

 

I still hear you saying me:

”We’re approaching the sky”.

I don’t want to fall alone, to fall alone,

I don’t want to fall alone.

 

It snowed everywhere on the windows’ edges

Of this blurred city, not to know you any more.

Still how many winters will pass under my door?

Before one day I dare to say I love someone else?