The strong sensations of winter
They bring us silent memories
The cold that froze even the breath
Looks became precious
Your eyes were looking for a hug
And a little loneliness faded, well so
Cover me with dreams and courage
You understand my language well
That you are the most important thing for me
Now, I've also learned to dream
Fantasy doesn't interest me anymore
I live with banal concreteness
Hanging on a thread of melancholy
Fruit of a daily love
That helps to curb madness
The days fed to anger
When I risked I was no longer mine
Cover me with dreams and courage
You understand my language well
That you are the most important thing for me
Centuries to say a word
Now, however, there is only one thing
It is the result of a natural instinct
That takes us away and makes us fly
So, cover me with dreams and courage
I'm like hostage with you, let it be like that
That you are the most important thing for me