I'm still that one
despite the doubts
and my eternal madness.
I'm still that one,
eternal wanderer
who lives anywhere,
and dies each night a little,
who makes mistakes again
and stands up again,
and who loves with the strength of a mad man.
I'm still the one who,
when the sun dies,
misses her.
I'm still the one
who leaves his soul among her kisses.
I'm still the one
who looks each night at the stars
and always asks them,
just like so many other times,
if she is sleeping.
I'm still that one,
despite the silence,
the applause and the kiss.
I'm still that one.
Eternal loner
backstage,
who belongs a little bit to everyone,
who makes mistakes again
and stands up again,
and who loves with the strength of a mad man.
I'm still the one who,
when the sun dies,
misses her.
I'm still the one
who leaves his soul among her kisses.
I'm still the one
who looks each night at the stars
and always asks them,
just like so many other times,
if she is sleeping.
I'm still the one who,
when the sun dies,
misses her.
I'm still the one
who leaves his soul among her kisses.
I'm still the one
who looks each night at the stars
and always asks them,
just like so many other times,
if she is sleeping.