Every morning he stood in front of my housed and smiled at me
But I acted as if I hadn't seen him
He never gave up, said quietly: "I would love to be with you"
One day he was gone, a letter lay in front of the door
He had loved me, I never would have guessed
He had loved me, what did I do wrong?
Since he left, I knew what he was to me
I am searching the whole town for him
If only he were close to me, I could see his eyes
Oh, I'd give my right arm for that, I'd never leave him
Where is he, does he still think of me, I ask myself day and night
And I can picture it clearly how he smiled at me