You string years like pearls
From bijouterie to amber
But only few are shiny brilliants
Maybe in some other life
You will recognize me like a taste of the wine
And then compare your fingertips
On my heart of plasticine
A few hundreds of years
No reality, no dream
In infinity of eternity
Where I'm waiting for you
I still love you
You string years like pearls
From bijouterie to amber
But only few are shiny brilliants
Do you sometimes, alone in the dark
Feel the blues, deaf but strong
And smell of hair wet from rain
Does it still smell the same
A few hundreds of years
No reality, no dream
In infinity of eternity
Where I'm waiting for you
I still love you