Returning to an empty house
From a concert up in the north
My body trembeling
And in my ears still the sounds of the crowd
The pictures of my childhood are smiling
From a wall that is not white anymore
The silence now
Reminds me of my old self
Then, maybe
A day will come and you'll return to me
If there's a little chance just say when
And I'll come to you
Taking off the cool clothes
At night I hide
And imagining
That I'm still only someone else
With everyone around me
I still feel so alone
The other man
Is standing there instead of me
Then, maybe
A day will come and you'll return to me
If there's a little chance just say when
And I'll come to you
Come to me
And I'll hug you with both arms
When I'll wake up I'll surely find
That you're not with me
My naïveté