Like a blackbird, old and worn ,I lose my feathers,dark and brown. I see a little shadow which runs ,slowly without making a sound. I tried to find many reasons,to stay alive and have no broken end. When i wait for you,i’ll give my life to fell your hands.
Do you hear my singing in the darkness,my little ghost. When I cry your name with my sadness,my redhead ghost, My redhead ghost, my redhead ghost, my redhead ghost…
I hear the sound of golden rings, I am a young boy, naÏve and blind. I feel the little sparrows sleeping and turning in my mind. I speak in a low voice in my shadow to hear the rain knock in my head. When i wait for you,i’ll give my life to feel your hands.
Do you hear my singing in the darkness,my little ghost. When I cry your name with my sadness,my redhead ghost, My redhead ghost, my redhead ghost, my redhead ghost…