Once there was an evening
with a twillight of silence and a begining of a hard night
In my soul.
There was also a morning
with warm milk and coffee and croissants
in my soul.
Now there's only the storm
or the mad silence
before...
I close my eyes and see you.
I see you with my open eyes as well
and I can't help it, can't make you understand
all that I'm feeling for you.
I close my eyes and see you.
I see you with my open eyes as well
and I can't help it, can't do it, to tell you
The madness of the storm is in me
Once there was a night
with white hours, long hours, hours in which you learn to cry,
In my soul
Once there was a day
with new and old joys, walking the street hand in hand
In my soul.
Now there's only the storm
or the mad silence
before...
I close my eyes and see you.
I see you with my open eyes as well
and I can't help it, can't make you understand
all that I'm feeling for you.
I close my eyes and see you.
I see you with my open eyes as well
and I can't help it, can't do it, to tell you
The madness of the storm is in me