I don’t know where to go,
In order to follow your footsteps.
If it’s in the town where I was born,
Or very close to me,
I do not know what to guess.
What does your voice sound like...
And I wanted to hear it once more.
But, when we will see each other
One day or another…
But when you will be there,
This day or another,
I would know that it’s you,
Among all the others,
Even without saying a word,
Without saying a word.
I don’t know what to do,
In order to come across your fingers.
Bare, they seem to question us,
Our hands rest in the same place.
I don’t know where to look,
But I understood sometimes,
That I needed to look right in front of me.
But when we see each other,
On day or another,
But when you will be there,
This day or another,
I would know that it’s you,
Among all others,
Even without saying a word,
Without saying a word.
Without saying a word…
Without saying a word…
But when we see each other,
One day or another,
But when you will be there,
This day or another,
I would know that it’s you,
Among all others,
Even without saying a word,
Without saying a word to you,
I would know that it’s you,
Among all others,
Even without saying a word,
Without saying a word to you...