Testo 78

Colored blobs on your face
And a breath in your hair
We are 78
Are we going nowhere

How I wish you there running to me silently
How I wish you there sweeping my face before I leave
No, I don't know what to do
Like a fall in your stares
We are 78
We're going nowhere !

How I wish you there running to me silently
How I wish you there sweeping my face before I leave

Colored blobs on your face
Before I leave

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Before I leave
Oh no ! If you go I could die
or I won't be on time...
If you go I could lie
Every world you told me
Every child you gave me
I know I will... if you go before I leave