Dressed in red
at 10 o'clock I'll be able to meet you at the end of the bar
after writting 15 letters per month
in your last letter a blind date at last
In front of the mirror I don't seem so handsome
I've told you I'm a little taller
and I know that your name is not Galilea
if pretty, if ugly I don't care
(chorus)
Galilea
what a good luck
I have a date with you
with the sweetest girl, my mail friend
Galilea
what a good luck
I'm really seeing you
and meeting your sight and your real name at last
The tide
it's going up strong through my back
don't fail me, good things happen just once
no, no, no, no
no, no, no
An empty hole at the end of the bar
nerves on edge and 10 arrive
the door opens and a shadow looks at me
it's her, it isn't, I know, I don't know
Galilea
what a good luck
I have a date with you
with the sweetest girl, my mail friend
Galilea
what a good luck
I'm really seeing you
and meeting your sight and your real name at last
The tide
it's going up strong through my back
don't fail me, good things happen just once
Galilea
what a good luck
I have a date with you
with the sweetest girl, my mail friend
Galilea
what a good luck
I'm really seeing you
and meeting your sight and your real name at last