Don't leave me now.
I'm coming to you.
Don't leave me now.
I'm coming to you.
Everybody sleeps and I ,
watching the candle burn down.
It is the soul that awaits me.
To give me its light.
Insomnia they live is called.
I know it is fear of not see.
To not see my face in the mirror.
That reflection that reminds me of
and being. . .
I would like to wake you up,
but I don't dare bother you.
Here goes with my sail.
I'm sailing,
until I find the footprint.
My star.
. . . .
Don't leave me now.
I'm coming to you.
Don't leave me now.
I'm coming to you.
I would like wake them up,
but no, no, I dare to disturb them.
With my song,
and my sail.
Navigating,
until I find the footprint.
/>My star.
Don't leave me now.
I'm coming to you.
Until I find the footprint.
Don't leave me now.
I'm coming to you.
Watching
the candle burn out.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI