At night I am here
and still thinking of you,
and, to me, it seem that
you're still close to me.
At night I am here
without asking myself why.
I'm thinking of my life
so linked to you.
I'm a man like those
who don't know how to forget
and therefore I still hope that
you'll come back to me.
At night I am here
still thinking of you,
and, to me, it seem that
you're still close to me,
close to me,
close to me.