The secret story

Where are you?

Where are you? You are not here...

I cannot see your sweet face, dear

But in fact I miss you a lot.

What if I close my eyes right now

Open them then, see you somehow

What if I'm looking at that door

And see you entering therefore?

Someone else enters. You are not...

The other people are not you

They do not speak the way you do

Do not know to walk like you do.

I saw you two weeks ago, when

We talked, on that street again.

"You make me laugh", you said to me

How happy did you make me be!

I know that you were dressed in blue.

But in a few days I'll see you

Enter the door and have this view:

You'll be already there, standing

And then my heart'll be beating fast

I'll stay with you like in the past

And I will feel like I am flying.