He was sitting opposite to me
in a cafe bar on a platform
while we were waiting a train for south
to go, we got lost in time
He was watching somewhere in distance
seemed like he's dreaming
connection from love to sadness is small
but mine is the smallest
Ref.
Gone crazy in one day
now I give my life if he remembers me
gone crazy but I'm ok
because what's good for heart it can't be harmful
gone crazy in one day
since then I dream about him very often
gone crazy but I'm ok
and I save a place for him in my chest
he said goodbye quietly
and gave me his hand
I wake up every morning with that picture
on the pillow, on the pillow
trip is takin me on all four sides
but as in despite never again
where one more blond hair
smells on autumn rains