Every precipice has its own edge
Every goodbye wants his tear
In order to be free
Every sorrow has its pain
And the separation wants his time
In order to be forgotten
And I’m not afrain of my empty body
That when you go away, it’ll be cut in two pieces
I don’t think of my winter
I’m worried about you
That you’ll return in the empty house late at night
Who will make for you a goodnight with kisses
How will you forget all these things that cause pain
I’m worried about you
Every silence has its reason
Every glance hides its fear
In order not to get revealed
Every heart finds its way
To an embrace or it’s looking by itself
A place to hang on
And I’m not afraid of…