Three days away You are. Alone.
Three days is an awful far away.
Morning awaits me outside.
Now I don't dare to dream alone.
You know, I draw your face right now.
With my finger on a dew dropped window.
Your hair reveals the rooftops.
Maybe Zagreb? Tomorrow Trieste?
Let the kiss draw the lips!
Velvet ones.
Let the vampire wake a gypsy!
Bite them!
Let the kiss draw the lips!
First sun on Your cheeks
awakes iced chimneys.
Sad ships, hidden
between long gray streets.
Should you have your eyes open?
I want to hear again about You!
Still full of stars on eyelids,
You're waiting for swallows.