Duso moja

My soul, I don’t know anymore
how long I’ve been standing here
listening to the rain pouring
against your darkened windows.

My soul, even when I leave,
I’d love to come back again.
You don’t know that half of me
stayed with you to keep you company.

Staying with you to love you
when you’re alone and it’s winter,
because I’m the one who loses
before I even have anything.

My soul, like a drop of water,
you’re melting in my palm,
because with you it comes and without you it goes,
a hundred days in just one day.

My soul, you’re so tired,
and without you, I’m making your bed.
On some star that’s fading,
I’m searching for the light I don’t have.

Under the cold sky beneath the branches,
you’ll lay your head on my chest,
because I’m the one who dreams,
and that’s why I won’t wake you up.