The morning woke me up
instead of your hands
and as if I i was diving for air
in wild waters
Hot summer, hot day
You and me
one beautiful melody
The boy on the grass would like to jump
into the dawn of time
into your sweet eyes,
in the color of chestnuts
And that miracle of all miracles in the universe
Some pictures never die
In every garden grows one rose
And everyone has someone to hold hands
and I have you, my rose
one and only you, hundred disturbances