A Romanian man, of whom I just met
has eyes that glisten and a face I can't forget.
He speaks little English and is hard to understand
but in my eyes he's the perfect man.
We look over the fence and talk everyday
we both know the feelings that the other won't say.
He's leaving soon, back to his home
and until next summer I'll again be alone.
I can't change my feelings and they don't make sense
when forever I will be, the girl over the fence.
