Sometimes I think of you, misty island. I can find you in my memories and if I blink, I can see you.
Sometimes I think of myself as a misty island. I can find myself in my desire and if I shut up or sing, I can see my face.
Skye, singing without any voice, 'cause there's no need of striking the cool air.
Sometimes I am a misty island, but I'm not afraid to shine like you.
Io, a volte isola nella nebbia come te, Skye, per splendere.
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