let me go home - Michael Buble (Lyrics)

Oh yesterday I'm on the mountain / a hundred meters of crash / there was a great cold / you said: give me the moon / give me the moon

I didn’t see you / as it was setting like a fire / a big breeze pulled you: you said / give me the moon / give me the moon

Actually, I am dead, finished, gone / because you have the moon / you didn’t give it to me

But if you can come back, you know / or I’ll kill you / and your future moon / or I’ll rob you.

Ps. Naturally, the meter fits because, as everyone knows, the Friulian language has short forms by nature. Then, the fact that I wrote these things in the past, instead of working, should give me a remarkable aplomb (not "aplómp" in Friulian - which means "shot like a sparrow") on this kind of family that has become DeBaser.
Meow.