I still don't believe it
you're coming near me
and the night is a handful
of stars and joy
I touch, taste, hear and see
Your face, your long steps,
your hands and yet
I still don't believe it
Your comeback has so much
to do with you and with me
that by guess I say it
and just in case I sing it
Nobody ever replaces you
and the most trivial things
become fundamental
because you're coming home
However
I still don't believe my luck
because the heaven of having you
looks like a fantasy
Bur you come and is sure
And you come wiht your look
And that's why your coming
makes the future magic
And though I haven't always understood
my faults and my failures
I kknow instead that in your arms
the world has sense
And if I kiss the boldness
and the mistery in your lips
there won't be doubts nor bad tastes
I'll love you even more