It may be because time, in the end, just does not touch us
Or maybe it's just the sky when it gets a little more coloured
Or maybe it's you
Maybe it's you
I'd understand you even without you saying a word
Just a glance would be enough to see the blue sea
Nothing more
Nothing more
And ask me "how are you?"
If I didn't understand it yet
And if you're leaving tomorrow, always carry me with you
I'll be
Among the lights of a thousand cities
Among the usual advertising
That excuse to make you laugh a little
And I'll be
That split second that will give you a little happiness
That stupid will to live
Always, always
It may be because in all this mess it looks like it's spring
Maybe vertigo doesn't scare me anymore, and I look down
Or maybe it's you
Maybe it's you
And ask me "how are you?"
If I didn't understand it yet
And if you're leaving tomorrow, always carry me with you
I'll be
Among the lights of a thousand cities
Among the usual advertising
An excuse to make you smile
Indeed I'll be
That split second that will give you a little happiness
That stupid will to live
Always
One thousand times
I have been looking for you, I have thought of you a little harder
In the night, again
A thousand times
That music plays in every place
In the night
Maybe it's you
Among the lights of a thousand cities
Among the usual advertising
That excuse to make me laugh a little
Maybe it's you
That split second that will give me a little happiness
That stupid will to live
Always, always
That stupid will to live