Silverlight (Lascia Che Lo Pianga)
pale in my window
falls like silver water
on night´s desert land.
Where are my fears now?
where are the shadows
I saw yesterday?
Low light of morning
pale in my window
falls like silver water
on night´s desert land.
Dreaming or waking
there was no place to rest.
All night I feared the end of things,
that love was frail, that love would fail;
then I heard a bird was singing
in the breaking of the dawn.
Low light of morning
pale in my window
falls like silver water
on night´s desert land.
Where are my fears now?
where are the shadows
I saw yesterday?
Low light of morning
pale in my window
falls like silver water
on night´s desert land.