I'm thinking about you
I want to see you
But at this time you must be
Picking the kids up at school
Then get home
See the remains of everything
And when the silence comes
Have a smoke and listen to Coltrane
I don't do that anymore, but I perfectly understand
I love you hair
I love your voice
I love your style
I love your spiritual peace
The plumber has let you down
There's a meeting of the condominium
The telephone makes no call
The shower is shocking
There's a flying cockroach on the kids' room
And the brats are yelling alucinated
For them it's all fun
But you know what it is to be afraid, afraid, afraid
Of flying cockroaches
And you say in that way of yours:
- Oh, I need a man! -
And I say: - Oh, Layla, me too! -
And we laugh
You arrange your photographs for expo
You promise to work more with the computer
And finish your video until september
Get the car at the mechanic
See the bank bills, credit-card, taxes
Saturday there'll be fish at Analu's
And sunday, hotdog with the kids at
Fernanda's
I love your look
I love your strenght
I love to say your name: Layla
Sometimes, thinks get rough, my friend
But you know how to face the beauty of this life
I love to say your name:
Lay....la, Layla