Listen to the phone ringing
Someone is calling you, maybe it's her
You leaf through, you leaf through the magazines
You stop, you stop on the photo of this girl
Maybe it's her
There's so much love to give, give
So many repressed, well hidden desires
So much emptiness to fill
You say to yourself where is she? Where is she hiding?
The sleepless nights, you scream, you call for her
Help, how many more days?
How many weeks, but when will come- is she?
You're waiting for your metro like every night
Like every night you catch a glance
Who knows, maybe it's him
br/>There is so much love to give, to give
So many repressed, well hidden desires
So much emptiness to fill
You say to yourself where is he? Where is he hiding?
Sleepless nights, can you imagine
Help, how many more days?
How many weeks, but when will he come ?

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