When you leave

I walk the streets uncertainly,
uncertainly I walk the streets.

I know you've grown roots in me
with the strength of a tree that's old
and yet young.

I walk uncertainly when you leave,
if you leave.

Withering mornings
become old and sterile,
when your firm skin is far away,
when your warm skin is far away.

Come back, come back once again!
Return, return, return always!
Come back, come back once again!
Return, return, return always!

Take me into that world
that only you know how to make,
each morning, anew.

Uncertainly I walk the streets
waiting for you when you leave,
if you leave.