Mi descrivo
ciao a te, che scruti nei miei piu' reconditi segreti...
I am a man who walks alone And when I’m walking a dark road At
night or strolling through the park.
When the light begins to change I sometimes feel a little strange A
little anxious when it’s dark.
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have constant fear that
something’s always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a
phobia that someone’s always there