Even if thee night is crazy,
I sometimes see you on earth, on the moon,
My dream germinates in the flowerpot
Or at my window.
I make my way through the world
And hear what they say,
I make my way in the street
Just to let them see me,
Just to let them see me.
[R:]
In the city with linden flowers
I still hear your steps,
And I don't want to be in Paris or in Rio,
Neither do I want to say goodbye.
On the old bench, today,
If I sit down and want you to be my match,
This moment won't end,
But only to hurt me.
There's no hatred in my eyes
And I'm letting you know:
I sometimes meet an angel
With just one wing,
Only a wing.
[R: ...]