1999

Hot night familiar small lights
Someone is calling me over the sea
Come back to me please
No she, she doesn’t know me
I didn’t want anybody to know
What my Greek link shows

How many times I went away
Far from these lasting days spent
In your cradle
So many times I came back
Bringing you some drops of regret
They won’t dry up yet

New chance where are you from and
What will you be from the moment we leave
What about your lips
My friends don’t call it pause, break
Rather the reason, the passion, the sense
Remember?

How many times I went away
Far from these lasting days spent
In your cradle
So many times I came back
Bringing you some drops of regret
They won’t dry up yet

How many times I went away
Far from these lasting days spent
In your cradle
So many times I came back
Bringing you some drops of regret
They won’t dry up yet