I saw you only once in my life
and I'm still impressed by your appearance
of which I can't really remember the details
but I know you were the very image
Of something beautiful, something passionately
something eatable and first-class
something from which warmth shines
something that only a goddes has
I was in a bus
and I watched you through dirty, mottled windows
I plucked up courage and once winked to you
but you didn't move an inch
You didn't see me because of the dirty window
but you stepped in another bus
I blushed with shame and anger
And a driver shifted into first gear and set off
I'm not sure I would recognize you
only If you would be in the same position
in your right hand you held a bag
from which something dripped down your leg
And you didn't smile, you didn't cry too
you didn't scream, you didn't jump
if my action ashamed you
I didn't see that because of the dirty window
I'm still impressed by your appearance
because I saw you only once in my life
and I didn't pay atention to details
I noticed only your beauty
Because you were beautiful, you were passionately
you were eatable and first-class
huge warmth shone from you
you had everything that goddes has
And you were beautiful, you were passionately
you were eatable and first-class
huge warmth shone from you
you had everything that goddes has