Nobody knows
what you really are
'cause even you
don't know it.
In gray mirrors of days
dancing around,
your golden smile is shining,
an interrupted tender gesture.
In my memory, I play
solitaire with hearts only.
Nobody knows
what you really are.
It's a truth that I don't need at all.
When we go different ways,
I will lift your
smell of dream,
the drawing of the lips,
the colour of words,
your unfinished
bright portait.
I will lift it,
I will save it everywhere
no matter if you will be by my side
or not.
My talisman of
your sudden pondering
and eye lashes.
When someday you say to me "forgive me",
I will walk through life
looking back.
Nobody knows
what you really are.
It's a truth that I don't need at all.
When we go different ways,
I will lift your
smell of dream,
the drawing of the lips,
the colour of words,
your unfinished
bright portait.
I will lift it,
I will save it everywhere
no matter if you will be by my side
or not.
My talisman of
your sudden pondering
and eye lashes.
When someday you say to me "forgive me",
I will walk through life
looking back.
I will lift your
smell,
the drawing of the lips,
the colour of words,
unfinished.