Tu Sei Di Me

You are the voice that sings of me
You are the hand that plants of me
A young oak tree, you are the morning

You are the best part of me
You know my shames and fears
Stay for me, breathe for me

And the evening is already bleeding
And I'm learning to wait

You are of me...

You are the most beautiful picture of me
You are my Pulcinella
The sweetest coffee, you are of me

You are of me...

And I lost you a year ago
And still a waltz of thoughts you are.

You are the cold in the bed for me
You are in the dark my cigarette
The dog to the moon, another morning

You are of me...