Should it be a warm rain or snow falling down
I stand at the entrance of a flat block opposite yours
Waiting for you to pass by or may be not
Should I see you - oh, how happy I am!
So odd and ridiculous is the way our world is organised in
The heart loves but won't tell its love
Let me live unaware of whether you love me or not
That's better than to hear no in answer to my confession
And I'm afraid to hear no
I figured out a song on the guitar
I wish you could hear it because in it
I didn't conceal my melancholy and called you
The tenderest and prettiest one, oh, that's true!
In the quiet of the night I write poems
Let them rant about that everybody does at 19!
Each line has only dots after an L
You're sure to understand everything I meant
Meant to tell you but couldn't.
In the quiet of the night I write poems
Let them rant about that everybody does at 19!
Each line has only dots after an L
You're sure to understand everything I meant
But the spring always sees the snow melt
And to me, you might happen to say yes.
But the spring always sees the snow melt
And to me, you might happen to say yes.