So I return to you in spite of my pride.
I return because there isn’t another choice,
evoking those days in a different latitude
frequenting the places where I’d see you,
playing gestures and words I have lost.
And I return to you from the silence I have inside.
Tell me if there is still another chance
for me, another thrill,
if you’re still you
even more, another fresh and new song.
Tell me if something of us is still left now inside your eyes.
Oh no… your eyes
So I return to you because I still want you
and I return to you against the wind that blows,
I return because I need you,
I need to breathe, out of this anxiety
and to find again strong hands on me
and not to feel always so frail.
Tell me if there is still another chance
for me, another thrill,
if you’re still you
even more, our song that resounds
Tell me if something of us is still left now inside your eyes,
oh no…
If you’re still you,
a fresh and new song.
Tell me if something of us is still left now inside your eyes
Oh no… your eyes
Just tell me if it's left, and I will return to you.