She wonders where he will go; he is sure of her love.
She will wait for him until day brake;
he will have an excuse to tell,
she will understand, she will understand,
because she lives only for him.
He will never tell her, he will never tell her,
that he looked for another woman's love.
And in the same bed they will dream, she and he,
he about the one he seduced, she about him, she about him.
She will tell him that only for him she feels love,
and he will mumble, without answering: "what time is it? What time is it?"
She will iron his pants,
will answer the telephone when it rings,
he won't come for lunch, he won't come for lunch,
business will impede it,
and she will understand, she will understand,
because she only lives for him.
He will never tell her, he never will,
and that's better for them three.
And in the same bed they will dream, she and he,
he about the one he seduced, she about him, she about him.
She will tell him that only for him she feels love,
and he will mumble, without answering: "what time is it? What time is it?"
And in the same bed they will dream, she and he,
he about the one he seduced, she about him, she about him.
She will tell him that only for him she feels love,
and he will mumble, without answering: "what time is it? What time is it?"