I pushed all the pedals down.
Blood pounded in my temples.
I was very afraid of being late to the country
Named "Love"
The goal seemed clear to me.
I was so young and brave.
And I said so much needless words.
Ah, If I had known at that time
You were alone somewhere...
I like to look at the city
From your window...
The filled-up notebooks
In the table can't be counted,
In them I poured all my tears
With impassioned verses.
Under the sun in the lampshade
A paper bush has faded.
And storms have subsided
In a teacup of imaginary feelings.
Ah, If I had known at that time
You were alone somewhere...
I like to look at the city
From your window...
That's why, my dear,
I'm silent,
When the sky and the earth
Drift below us,
When arguments end up,
And a house freezes for a while,
And the city blossoms
Behind your window...