I don't want you to go
The night Is very cold
Keep me warm In your arms
Until It's day again
Your pillow Is Impatient
of caressing your face
Maybe It will give you some advice
Maybe It won't say anything
Tomorrow, very early
You'll talk to me
And If you're determined to leave the nest
Then, trying to stop you
Will be In vain
Give me tonight
Postpone my death
Postpone my death