The more I think of you
the more I miss you;
I see you with my tired eyes...
I'd like to be
there with you too;
I hold the pillow,
you're here near me...
It's the middle of the night
And you're far away...
The emptiness surrounds me,
there's not a sun anymore...
I'm sad and hopeless
as I've never been
without you, without you...
And if, by chance,
I never saw you again,
I already know what I'd do –
I wouldn't live...
And the more I think of you
the more I miss you...
I'm nothing much without you,
I feel like a fish deprived
of water to swim in,
breathing without you,
without you, without you...
And if, by chance,
I never saw you again,
I already know what I'd do –
I would die...