In the evenings the thoughts plague me,
I remember you and every smile,
your face is still in my eyes,
it doesn't fade away although I want it,
which way shall I go now?,
I heard a quiet voice saying "my god"
without a hope and a little late,
he/she married and left the land.
I didn't saw, I didn't hear,
how living is without you,
I didn't saw, I didn't hear,
how living is without you..