So, it's not me.
But a song
will talk to you.
What's
an emotion?
This is.
It's wordless.
What can I say?
And I won't do it.
Uhm uhm uhm
Is so beautiful my love.
Uhm uhm uhm
Before your eyes and later me.
So, it's not me.
The twittering
will tell you.
I've always loved you.
Maybe never.
Who knows?
Is impossible to tell
what I feel.
And I won't do it.
Uhm uhm uhm
Is so beautiful my love.
Uhm uhm uhm
Before your eyes and later me.
Uhm uhm uhm
Too much of my love
for your eyes, I disappear.
Where are some flowers, there I'm laying down too.
From today to the bright May,
church bells on Sunday and their sound.
Is so beautiful my love, my love, my love.
Where are blades, there I'm laying down too.
From today on we wait for the swallows.
Church bells on Sunday but not me,
I'm speechless
in the squeaking
like a kid.
Because this love......
belongs to me
belongs to me
belongs only to me uhm uhm uhm