The minutes of longing are turning to days,
The rain has entwined with her tears...
She's sitting beside the window
And watching the falling rain...
"Me, love and you... Three halves of...
If one is missing, everything is clear."...
My days remind me of the endless autumn rain,
The fascinating, charming melancholy...
One more evening is passing away,
In my heart it's recalled with grief...
I look in your eyes,
Losing my breath...
As the time goes by, killed by hours of waiting,
The hope in last tears is revived...
You've seen my true face
Through a sorrowful guise...
"I'll be there for you
On each step of the way...
Hello,
I'm writing this to you...
I'm a statue,
That's carved by once loving hands...
So I'm one of you,
No matter what place I come from...