While waiting for his footsteps, I mute the music, very low
Too stupid, we don't know, if he rang
If I didn't hear this time
While waiting for his footsteps this morning
While waiting his steps, I put music on mute, very low
Too bad, we don't know, in case he'd ring
If I would not hear it that time
While waiting his steps that morning
One evening? One morning? A winter, a dawn
A spring that he will choose
Nothing, I don't know, I put on lights
Nights by the side of the paths
A night? In the morning? A Winter, a dawn
A Spring he will thing
Nothing, I know nothing of it, I put on some lights
Nights along the roads
While waiting for his arms I paint flowers at the doors
He will like that
While waiting for the sweet time of his arms
While waiting his arms I draw flowers on doors
He will like that
While waiting the nice weather of his arms
And I take care of myself, red on my lips, on my cheeks
So that he doesn't see
When too pale sometimes, definitely don't
That he surprises me like that
And I take care of myself, red on my lips, on my cheeks
So he will not see
When too pale sometimes, he should certainly not
br/>Surpise me like this
There is fresh water and wine
I don't know what he will choose
I don't know if he is blond, if he is brown
I don't know if he is tall or not
But hearing his voice I will know
That all his words, all will be for me
Waiting for the sweet weather of his arms
There is some fresh water and some wine
I don't know which he will chose
I don't know if he is blond, if he is brown
I don't know if he is tall or not
But when hearing his voice, I will know
That all his words, all will be for me
While waiting the nice weather of his arms
I think about it all the time at this moment, oh when we will recognize each other
I will tell him it was a long time, no, I certainly won't tell him
While waiting for his steps, I live, I dream and I breathe for this
Just waiting for meaning to it all
I'm always thinking about this moment, oh when we will recognize each other
I will tell him it was very long, no, I will certainly not tell him
While waiting his steps, I'm living, I'm dreaming and I'm breathing for that
While waiting just a meaning to all that
One evening? One morning? A winter, a dawn
A spring that he will choose
Nothing, I don't know, I put on lights
Nights by the side of the paths
A night? In the morning? A Winter, a dawn
A Spring he will thing
Nothing, I know nothing of it, I put on some lights
Nights along the roads
While waiting for his arms I paint flowers on the doors
He will like that
While waiting his arms I'm drawing flowers on doors
He will like that
While waiting for a meaning to all this, to all this
br/>While waiting a meaning to all that, to all that

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