First Night

No moment is better than now to write poems: the first night of this year
Between regrets for things we could have done, and good intentions we won't realise
The moon knows I am not joking with you and she is not jealous
She might be feeling a bit lonely though, I know what it means
Wish I could promise you that we'll be still here
When the last star is getting too tired to shine
Still be here
When the colours of the last sunset are fading away
Me and you in this twilight

I'd love to say that we will walk forever
Climbing up the stairway of the time
It is just a maybe but I am sure I won't be a November leaf
In your memories, and you in mine
Maybe somewhere somebody is going to remember me and you
Maybe somewhere somebody is going to tell the story of me and you, like a fairy tale
And now we are here in the dawn of another year

I don't know if I will be able to look after you forever
I'll be sincere I am a bit afraid, we are just skin and breath
So I cannot promise you that we'll be still here
When the last star is getting too tired to shine
Still be here
When the colours of the last sunset are fading away
Me and you in this darkness

I'd love to say that we will walk forever
Climbing up the stairway of the time
It is just a maybe but I am sure I won't be a November leaf
In your memories, and you in mine
Maybe somewhere somebody is going to remember me and you
Maybe somewhere somebody is going to tell the story of me and you, like a fairy tale
And now we are here in the dawn of another year

Hold my hand, let's walk towards another year