My starfish,
to drink from your mouth is like walking
over a sea made of light and silence.
My starfish,
to look into your eyes is like swimming,
swimming in a sea colder than ice.
The sea beside which I was born,
my shooting star,
in a gray day in February...
You and me, yes, you and me
hold each other (x2)
My starfish,
to sleep in your arms is like travelling
to an irreal World lost in time.
My starfish,
to feel the touch of your skin is like awakening
in the open sea.
The sea beside which I was born,
my shooting star,
in a gray day in February...
You and me, yes, you and me
hold each other.
The sea beside which I was born,
my shooting star,
in a gray day in February...
You and me, yes, you and me
hold each other.