She writes me short lines,
I respond in scrolls.
Her gestures are reserved,
And mine are extravagant.
She invites me to breakfast,
I invite her to housewarming.
She'll never be mine,
Perhaps she'll stay by my side for a while,
And even this isn't certain.
How sweet and bitter is the pain,
Only for it I allow myself to fall in love,
With gleaming eyes and hungry smile
I dance the strange dance of the heart.
All day long I walk and recall
How cold we were on Paris streets,
We were embracing for long sweet moments,
I woke up and again it is gone.
(But)
Today I go out,
Today I take action,
Someone threw me a lifebuoy
And said that love is an infectious thing.
She writes me short lines,
I respond in scrolls.
Her gestures are reserved,
And mine are extravagant.
She invites me to be cautious,
I invite her to stay.
She comes on time
And for a moment everything's possible.
How sweet and bitter is the pain...