When the sun will rise, when the sheets will be washed When the birds will fly away from the streets where we loved each other There will be nothing left of us When our islands will be drowned, when our wings will be crushed When the key will be rusted from the treasure they searched There will be nothing left of us Leave me a little bit of you, a part of your look A splash of your voice, leave me a little bit of you When we throw our parties away in the trash of everyday life When we sweep away my destiny in the dust of your mornings There will be nothing left of us When there will be only distance, four walls and an absence When the sky will be too low, when there will be no more of you What will be left of me? Leave me a little bit of you, a laugh before bed A splash of your voice, leave me a little bit of you When we laugh like madmen, when we sigh like soothsayers What will be left of yesterday? When the end of our forever will be only endless days What will be left of tomorrow? Leave me a little bit of you, a part of your look A splash of your voice, leave me a little bit of you Leave me a little bit of you, a part of your look A tear of your charm, leave me a little bit of you Leave me a little bit of you, a laugh before bed A splash of your charm, leave me a little bit of you Leave me a little bit of you, a part of your look A tear of your charm, leave me a little bit of you Leave me a little bit of you, a part of your look A little bit of you