Blue-clad with eyes like the light,When your little steps tread on the dew.Boys lay ambushes with their eyes,Weaving their dreams full of hope...
They fill their souls with lightning,They fill their eyes, and set their traps.They spring them with their sighs,For those beautiful arches of yours...
But you with your step in the clouds,Spring their triggers, spring their snare.You laugh; “It is not so easy,To give every single one his share”..!
But day in and day out they return,Though your heart has sprung their traps.The next day they lay a new ambush,Living on dreams to catch you...!
Because they know the “tricks” so well,That one day you will fall in!
