Every rain, every night,
And naked moon, his affectionate gaze.
The smell of grass, warm days,
As if some magic,
Someone took them.

Performing well you know,
Only in dreams is back
The idea that there at the bottom
He was deeply your footprint there.
Your music in my game.
There on the bottom is your footprint
And my tears, because the world is wrong.

First snow, my smile,
The sounds of the city, the color of dreams.

His whisper, every dawn,
As if some magic,
Someone took them.
Only the sea I could confide.
How broken in depth
I'm there at the bottom.

It was your trail, deep there,
Your music in my game.
There on the bottom, is your footprint
And my tears, because the world is wrong.

Say that one day will be
Relieve my soul,
The grip of your hands.

There on the bottom, is your footprint
Deep down there, still your smiling face.
There on the bottom, is your footprint
And a great pity, because the world is wrong.
The world is wrong.