Your shadow is there in the back of my room
Alone dreaming of you on a December evening
I see you again and then you disappear
And by my tears your face is wet
It's my imagination
Which comes to play a trick on me
It's my imagination
Because I'm crazy with love
I try to forget even the sound of your voice
Erase my memory of you forever
I see you again and then you disappear
And through my tears your face is wet
It's my imagination
Coming to play a trick on me
It's my imagination
Because I'm crazy with love
Like a mirage your image it is there
In my imagination I see
Like a mirage your image still there
In my imagination
Why
Your dà Leaving I will never get used to it
Is there any hope that we can one day start again
I see you again and then you disappear
And through my tears your face is blurred
It's my imagination
Which has come to play a trick on me
It's my imagination
Because I'm crazy with love
My imagination
Playing a trick on me
It’s my imagination
Playing a trick on me

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