Once with flowers in our hands,Today with headphones in our ears,Yesterday smiling, full of longing,Today serious, more often each day.
We spoke and looked into each other's eyes,We understood each other with words,Today we talk on the telephone,We slowly lose our feelings!
Forgive me, my Lord, for the words on this paper, But the fault is yours, for making this masterpiece. You shaped her so beautiful, dreamy, like an echo, To punish our minds and our feelings…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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