Emma Shapplin George Dalaras Spente le Stelle (live)

Translation Dull are the Stars You that heart lost For a mirage You that heart deceived To hate more, it cannot My voice, do you feel Its or not Yours disappeared And I, mad, wait for you To Or not to live anymore Yet, Ah ... Dull are the stars With the pale moonbeam Cries the love That shoots itself like a wave then it goes away Empty, the night And its brief hope Now springs the bitter regret A wounded, hopeless heart passes here So you escaped The empty dreams So you lost The brief whirls To Or not to live anymore Yet, Ah ... Dull are the stars With the pale moonbeam Cries the love That shoots itself like a wave then it goes away Empty, the night And its brief hope Now springs the bitter r