To our loves, to our lost friends
To our somewhat fallen idols
To our battles, our almost naked dreams
To our trips at the end of the street
To our silences, to our freezing winters
To our beliefs around the fire
To our secretes, to our commuter trains
To our parents, to happy days
I still raise my glass, a little like a prayer
Without violins without crying
I walk sideways, near you my brother
Can you still protect me?
I let myself go
To our children, to our desires to live
To our old teachers and to their books
To the charming princesses we save
To our all-nighters, to our drunk ships
I still raise my glass, a little like a prayer
Without violins without crying
I walk sideways, near you my brother
Can you still protect me?
I let myself go
To our sorrows, our shared happiness
I still raise my glass, a little like a prayer
Without violins without crying
I walk sideways, near you my brother
Can you still protect me?
I let myself go