Without you, my dear
this days tailoring by themselves.
Without you, I don't care
where and with who I spending my days,
because I don't see you.
There is no you, with trembling hand
I'm touching your black hair.
There is no you, I'm just removing dust from our photography.
And you... Where are you?
Chorous
About who this heart is dreaming
that's not secret...
Just like and fact that I'm alone...
To whom I'm giving my songs
here, in a front of your old photography,
I'm embraced with my guitar...
And just like you, she is all
part of my body....
There is no you, and since of you gone
I just play sad songs.
There is no you, and from the people
I hide you like a severe disease.
And you... Where are you?