The sky is the ceiling, the sea is the bed instead
Picture of this dream that I had told you about
And love...
Embracing the pillow and pretending to kiss you
Stealing to destiny and to its blackmails
Denying the worst in me
Looking for the best in me
It is so, If I think about it, it is so
I am lost in this night
That does not go away anymore
Between emerald and ocean I look at you again
A small coin in the air and
I am living with you for two hours
The east wind rustles merrily
The storm is tired
And the emerald sun looks at us again
Another small coin in the air and
Two days that I am already living with you
Calm sea towards the east
And storm inside me
Living together makes me desperate
Practically the same but more distracted
And then
To pack the bags and at the same night
To give you the answers but to get all wrong
And I never speak of us
To never make a mistake
But it is so, if I think about it, it is so
I am buried in this night
That does not go away anymore
Between emerald and ocean I look at you again
A small coin in the air and
I am living with you for two hours
The east wind rustles merrily
The storm is tired
And the emerald sun looks at us again
Another small coin in the air and
Two days that I am already living with you
Calm sea towards the east
And storm inside me
Calm sea towards the east
And storm inside
And inside...
Storm inside me