I have talked to the sky without stars
suddenly in my sweet dreams
I have glimpsed you,
you slipped into the abyss
I have turned my back
I have abandoned you
I preserve among the folds of the pillow
the perfume of your breath left behind
do not hate me, I only ask you
to let me sleep a little more
Do not fear, I won't forget
the rustling of a stolen caress to the wind
I would only like to bury
every salty tear snatched from weeping
Suffocating the memory of yours
among the too many sighs
I want to fall asleep again
