Sometimes it looks like a drum
But it's not a drum or anything like it, it's the heart
That stays between peace and terror
When I see your face
Among the faces of the crowd
Soon I get tired
As if I've been running
In a second I feel like
I'm without a single drop of blood
I can barely breath, survive
Only God knows the balance
Credited to the love I give you
If I'll have sound sleep or a startling life
I don't know nothing, I don't know nothing
To look at the sun, to win the sea
To admit, to fight with your pair... that's nothing!
To not to have you, to come to my senses
To die of love is not the end but it finnishes me off...