Your coffee has been cooled
and the radio (is) closed for days
I remember you, you had laid
in the good mornings of my single bed
I know that I didn’t choose it
If you should define my thought
But I haven’t understood yet
Why did you stop to remind love
There are, I feel it, wet paths
There are pieces of light in silence
Songs which have been created with tears in the eyes
Songs that they just became the cause
I know that I didn’t choose it
If you should define my thought
But I haven’t understood yet
Why did you stop to remind love