There is no more light on your balcony
It bothers me to have to look for you outside of myself
Outside this artificial plane?
You who have always been my manna
I'm looking for a ray of sunshine
It bothers me to have to think that I had you here
Outside this artificial plane?
You who have always been my manna
And I'm lost dancing in the city
And Sundays feel so cold
Out of this artificial plane
You who have always been my manna
You who have always been my manna