How vast this sky to be the pillow
Over nights and wicked dreams of longing
Desire, despair, desolation
That burn under these city lights
Million faces unrecognized
On the streets and nameless addresses
I feel like a shell under the stars
Like an artificial glory
It is the home that paints the sky
With sparkling soft lights at night
And after years the colors are changing
On my window, folded in blue
I kept my love under the deepest tomb
To keep it treasured in the sky
Everytime I go to sleep at night
A million stars away
