You have the eyes of an Eskimo.
A bit peculiar,
but the most beautiful
I've ever seen.
In their blue,
I think I've been imprisoned.
They won't let me sleep.
In the dusk I know who I'm missing.
You.
Just you.
Oh, why did we ever, ever split up?
You'll have grown a lot.
I wonder if you're still
that cinnamon girl,
who always smiled,
when the rays of the sun
fell upon your face.
I didn't survive it.
In the dusk I know who I'm missing.
You.
Just you.
Oh, why did we ever, ever split up?
I miss you.
Just you.
Oh, why did we ever, ever split up?
I miss you...