If I find you I'll shout at the top of my lungs
that I'd rather see you than win the war
You hid in the shadow of the mountains
May that lighthouse's light go out
that aims at me and makes me feel weird
This city is infested with rats
that the huge crowds move aside
with an old soldier's uniform
I see pirates who wear ties
I see suitcases, like travel luggage
and those people in suits
I see a rotten life that you didn't choose
I see children silent and sad
If I find you I'll shout at the top of my lungs
that I'd rather see you than win the war
You hid in the shadow of the mountains
I see a circus full of clowns
and with the bottles they only fill glasses
I see horses made of tin
I see chains that tie the legs of a world
Tonight my ship spends the night in your port
But I'd rather float than walk like a dead man
I throw my kisses to the air
so that they dodge the dance of bodies of a society
in which I don't find you
If I find you I'll shout at the top of my lungs
that I'd rather see you than win the war
You hid in the shadow of the mountains
Come closer, that I want to feel you
Everything that life offers me without you is a sentence
Come closer, that I want to feel you; today I want to tell you
Everything that life offers me without you is a sentence
Like a plant that is born in the shadow of the mountains
Like a plant that is born in the shadow of the mountains
In the shadow of the mountains
In the shadow of the mountains
In the shadow of the mountains
In the shadow of the mountains