Actually may be it is because you stand so far
Maybe it is because you just look into my eyes and go
In these last days, my arms and legs are crossing each other
My earrs are clamouring and my knees are trembling
What is happening, what is happening what is happening if you tell me...
Does something happen, is there anything that is not enough?
Does it happen to be love, do you have any suspect?
İs there a justice of your silence?
What do you lose, I have my life in my hand
Actually may be it is because I m so polite
Maybe I m fond of you because I m just drunk
In these last days, my arms and legs are crossing each other
My earrs are clamouring and my knees are trembling
What is happening, what is happening what is happening if you tell me...