Like a blackbird, old and worn ,I lose my feathers,dark and brown.
I see a little shadow which runs ,slowly without making a sound.
I tried to find many reasons,to stay alive and have no broken end.
When i wait for you,i’ll give my life to fell your hands.

Do you hear my singing in the darkness,my little ghost.
When I cry your name with my sadness,my redhead ghost,
My redhead ghost, my redhead ghost, my redhead ghost…

I hear the sound of golden rings, I am a young boy, naÏve and blind.
I feel the little sparrows sleeping and turning in my mind.
I speak in a low voice in my shadow to hear the rain knock in my head.
When i wait for you,i’ll give my life to feel your hands.

Do you hear my singing in the darkness,my little ghost.
When I cry your name with my sadness,my redhead ghost,
My redhead ghost, my redhead ghost, my redhead ghost…