I will die
I don't know when
(It will happen) towards the morning
I will wearily look at
what there is inside me
My poor stories
(made) of tears and lies,
my music, books,
my doubts.
I will be ready there at dawn,
head in my hands,
last whisky,
left unfinished.
You will come singing,
death in love,
and just then
six o'clock will strike.
Today, I think about when I will leave
towards nothingness, I look for you
You, as always, will calm down
this insecurity inside me.
Hold me tight,
because I feel death
is taking
what I care most of myself.
It is over now,
it is nothing
It is getting light
and you are with me
I will die
I don't know when
(It will happen) towards the morning
I will wearily look at
what there is inside me
My poor stories
(made) of tears and lies,
my music, books,
my doubts.
I will be ready there at dawn,
head in my hands,
last whisky,
left unfinished.
You will come singing,
death in love,
and just then
six o'clock will strike
six o'clock will strike
six o'clock will strike