I kept talking with good God I made this love a promise
I made it awaiting a month months or years to be his
even if I am not in this faith everything starts
why God wouldn't bring him to me but what if in parts
what if I open my window cold air in warm room
isn't it our last kiss do I wrongly assume
if there comes a storm lot of thunders and it rains so bad
isn't it all his mind things which could never be said
what if I go to the beach after storm to listen
the waves are his voice soft calm favourite composition
and then I'll go to the orchard to look for cherries
they all blush like his cheeks every time I said "I miss"
and in the night? I'll just simply start to cry watching
the stars stolen from his eyes the night brings sad feeling
the coldness and whole emptiness looking for his arms
what I would give to complete you from all of this parts
