I love life so much,
that I fell in love with you,
and now I expect impatiently
to see the sunrise with you.
If this miracle ends,
if my voice gets consumed
if you give me a last doorslam
in which street will I die?
You're so pretty tonight,
the upsweep suits you so good.
Ask me any wish
there's little I can offer.
You cry, you scream, under the rain,
like the angel Lucifer.
We're an open wound again,
bad earth I wanna die.
I wanna die.
I love life so much,
that I fell in love with you,
and of loving you so much
I might not love you right.
If I were your murder
I'd never have clemency with myself,
and I'd condemn myself to death,
which is condemning myself to your absence.
Let there be no more farewells,
you're not Ilsa Lazlo and I'm not Rick Blaine,
I'm neither that stupid,
I wouldn't let you go with him.
The next plane you take
you'll have to take it with me,
and the way back
I'll remind it to you.
I'll remind it to you.