When the wind blows,
Don't you know that it speaks to you?
It carries the taste of my breath
Up to your lips.
When the wind blows,
I come to see you.
I cannot hear what you're saying,
But I know what you're hearing.
[Chorus:]
You give me your hand,
Like some time before;
I can remember your scent
Just like each night that I want to dream of you.
But dreams are time,
They don't pass in vain:
They burrow holes
That become fear...
To me, dreaming is like dying of love!
Black moon,
Hole of absences:
Take me to the cold
Well of a mirror.
Lights and deep shadows,
Shadows that kiss...
I can hear the soft sound
Of the sea, beneath my skin!
[Chorus:]
You give me your hand,
Like some time before;
I can remember your scent
Just like each night that I want to dream of you.
But dreams are time,
They don't pass in vain:
They burrow holes
That become fear...
To me, dreaming is like dying of love!
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[Chorus:]
You give me your hand,
Like some time before;
I can remember your scent
Just like each night that I want to dream of you.
But dreams are time,
They don't pass in vain:
They burrow holes
That become fear...
To me, dreaming is like dying of love!