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This song is by Klimt 1918 and appears on the album Dopoguerra (2005).

Springtime comes, tells me who you are.
Insects' light stoles these silent stars.
Shaking mouth, you should see,
The street that flows like a shining tear.

Nighttime-drive, searching for suspense.
Don't fead for home, I find I'm not there.
I'll be waiting patiently
'Til dawn sees my signs, constantly.

Feel no shame for what I'm looking for,
I try to keep pain hidden when I roam.
Night takes care of wounds, I can believe,
Night-driving away...

Sky is freed from fears
And with soft tears,
Hides my eyes as they cry.
I can float here, I drive me home,
Now I feel so alive.

Dawn, could you try to help me hang on today?
Could you warm my dewy mouth?
Could you keep on singing until the sun won't rise?
Time won't run, birds won't fly?
My plan has long been underway,
You know it's true,
The street is straight, I take my place

All the world has closed his eyes, since I drive,
Cast off the colours,
Far away in a place where I fade, where I hide,
Stolen stillness.
No, she can't find dewy space,
Night-drive shelter.
Dawn could you keep my secret?
Don't betray me, no...

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