But what a night is this night
Of a deadly quietude
A night hanging on a window
A night of suitcases and mosquitos
A night over a calm sea
Full of fishing lights
A night on an airplane
That who knows where it can go to
Maybe where you'll be
Maybe you'll hear me there
And as you look at the sky
This song will arrive
And will pass over the mountains, over the satellites above
In your radio, and you'll think: 'It's really you'
It's really you...
It's really you...
And so, almost as if I were there
As if I were singing you a song
And tried to tell you all that there's of you in me, of you
And so, almost as if I were there
As if I were singing you a song
And tried to tell you all that there's of you in me, of you
And so, almost as if I were there
As if I were singing you a song
And tried to tell you all that there's of you in me, of you
And so, almost as if I were there
As if I were singing you a song
And tried to tell you all that there's of you in me, of you