Che Sarà Di Me

Some evenings you know
I wouldn't come back home
There's no prayer to not feel the emptiness in me
We climb to dreams, but then we fall down
And with bruises all over, we can't fly anymore

And then they tell me again
You weren't the one for me
But what do they know about us, about how I live without you
Your scent on the bed doesn't want to go away
And some evenings I'm afraid of what will become of me

Who will give me their hand, to whom will I give my hand
I don't know if there's an answer anymore
If the world will be born again, if I'll rise from my depths
I swear to you, I'm scared
Of what will become of me

And another night and already here
With my half-eaten dinner
On the words that you will have forgotten wherever you are
And this coldness inside is already a disease
In this wrong world, you're not mine anymore

Who will give me their hand, to whom will I give my hand
I don't know if there's an answer anymore
If the world will be born again, if I'll rise from my depths
I swear to you, I'm scared
Of what will become of me

I will never be able to forget you while the world forgets me
Now that you're not here
Tell me what will become of me
... the world will be born again, I'll rise from my depths
But I swear to you, I'm scared of what will become of me

I swear to you