Yes... What would I do if the stars then came to an end Of sleepless nights and sunny days The distance from dreams would separate me from the beauty Of life lived in the hope of living No... There are no more desires other than the predictable ones And the streets are jammed with so many comings and goings Among the stories told by us Already a little blurred by the unknown looks There is such poetry in the art of emotions In the countenance of someone who wanders and says goodbye From the stars in the sky to our silent mouths Because you have nothing more than what you want And if the stars of sleepy nights They told secrets boasted at the doors To some minstrel from late nights with no end They would certainly say that we are not alone They would certainly be the stars of all of us