By Cataldo Massimo
We were born free
What will become of me
Some evenings you know
I wouldn't go back home
there is no prayer to avoid feeling the emptiness in me
you climb to dreams, but you fall down
and with bruises on you then you can't fly anymore
And then they tell me again
you weren't the one for me
/>but what do we know about how I live without you
your perfume on the bed doesn't want to go away
and some evenings I'm afraid of what will become of me
Who will give me his hand to whom will I give my hand
I no longer know if there is an answer
if the world will be born again if I rise from my bottom
I swear to you, you know I'm scared
what will become of me
And another night and already here
on my half-finished dinner
on the words that you will have forgotten wherever you are
and this cold that I have inside is already an illness
in this wrong world you are no longer mine
Who will give me his hand to who will I give my hand
I no longer know if there is an answer
if the world will be born again if I will rise from my bottom
I swear to you, you know I'm afraid
what will become of me
I will never be able to forget you while the world forgets me
now that you you're not here
tell me what will become of me
.. the world will be reborn again, I will rise from my bottom
but I swear to you, you know, I'm afraid of what will become of me
I you I swear

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