I feel like a castaway
In a foreign coast
My friends have left early
And the storm is coming
I feel like the fire
On the desert island
That she was lighted by herself
And by herself she’ll be extinguished
And if you went by and you’re leaving
Like the time is leaving too
Give me something to remember
To survive until the morning
I feel like a castaway
In a foreign coast
My friends have left early
Before the storm comes
I feel like a fire
That it had to be extinguished
And these that came forward
They finished, they are late
And if you went by and you’re leaving
Like the time is leaving too
Give me something to remember
To survive until the morning