And leave the pretenders to me
When silence swallows
the chattering tongues
And the ship disappears amidst fog
Carrying the noise of the drunks
The city will wake up for you
To sing your longing
to the wakeful souls
Under the moonlight
At the foot of the hills
The hills
that did not sleep the whole night
Waiting to listen to you
Birds will fly from their trees
And perch on your balcony
To sing with you
And the heart of our city will beat again!