Day after day
I feel the time flowing through my fingers
And there I run after my thoughts and desires
Of those months sometimes bitter and without rules,
You will remember them.
As if it would be just a dream
To live only with those moments
And not to search for you any more.
But not so important
Only one moment of a strong nostalgia.
Skimming with looks of people,
I'm walking indifferently in the street.
It's the fault of the summer,
Of fragrances, a night, a moment
Which I will not forget.
It guides me from the wish to feel you
Suddenly closer,
So close that
Now it is too late to think
To forget you and then to revive
And not to search for you any more.
But I don't know what important is,
Whether to trust or not to trust you,
To that face so impressed in mind,
I would not know but I always think of it, you know
And there is nothing
That would cancel the memory about you,
About a sad and dreamy look.
Where are you, tell me now, where are you?
And in a moment I'm coming back to my present And I would like you to be still here.
You are who is so important,
You can feel my need in you.
I see in your eyes a transparent water
Like a stormy river inside of me.