When you, pale from sorrow,
hide yourself in your silence,
let me talk to you,
and let me go between your shades,
to be with you.
I will not ask you why,
I will not bother your lonliness,
careful, a bit hesitating,
with signs of care and loving-kindness,
I will talk with you.
There is strenght in me, there is strenght in me,
don't pity for me,
don't hinder your thorns from
scratching my legs.
When you, deadly tired,
cannot fall asleep in the dark,
in the hours when you nightmares
keep pursuiting your dreams,
I will remain with you.
Near to you I am wandering,
Between your sleep and your wake,
My words are fragile,
My palms are tiny,
But they are by your side.
When I will see, or you will tell me,
with a soft whisper,
that your dead are gathering toghether,
I will bend my head too.
I will not ask you…