Your heart is scared, it cannot rest.
It ran til losing its breath and has done a lot.
Now that sleep is knocking softly on its door
the panting doesn't leave and nothing comforts it.
I'll become a sponge to scrub your heart,
soap you up well and wash the pain away.
I'll wash doubts, problems and fears.
I'll make you find the light you know.
It's for you... whatever there may be.
You'll never be alone.
Whatever there may be.
I'll be a camomile that will warmly relieve
the burning in your chest that doesn't let you sleep.
And then I'll be the silence that comes to caress
your wrinkled forehead to make you rest.
I'll put the morning light on your eyes.
I'll stay next to you, I'll guard your dreams.
I'll keep them warm on my lap and wait for the night
while joyfully mixing them, I'll serve them for dinner.
It's for you... whatever there may be.
You'll never be alone.
Whatever there may be.
I'll be a soft breath that takes sorrows away.
The souls intertwine, the night belongs to us.
Our embrace is so tight we become one.
I rock you on my chest, we love each other at the top of our lungs.
It's for you... whatever there may be.
You'll never be alone.
Whatever there may be.