In a small, slightly dark apartment
Not far from here, in a side alley
Lives one guy with one woman
Life is all that comes into hand
They move round and round
He's on guitar, she's on violin.
They change strings when the winter comes
She looks up, he sinks into it
Then a hand, a light touch
A kiss in the air he sends her
They move round and round
Like a guitar and a violin
He's on time and she's on light.
On Friday nights,
Love a lot, talk a little
Playing a duet and all at once,
The sounds rise and the heart quivers
They move round and round
He's on guitar and she is on violin.
When the summer comes, they spread a wing
Following a dream they dreamed in the fall
And they did not say if they would come back
From the mountains of Nepal, fromthe grasslands of Peru
Wandering round and round
He's on time and she's on light
With guitar and violin.
In a small, slightly dark apartment
Not far from here in the side alley
Lives in one guy with one woman