An Old Song

That's a new day,
this is an old song
waiting long 
to belong 
to this day.
Waiting opened, your lips,
waiting opened, your heart,
waiting touching in kiss
with your partner
in crime called 'love'.

And beneath and above
something's sparkling in air, 
I dare to love you, 
I dare to love you,
almost in despair.

- Are you crying, my dear?
- No, it's just raindrops.
- Are you smiling, my dear?
- No, it's just sunrays.
- Are you going to stay, my dear?
  Are you going away, my dear?
- Yes, I'm going

to meet a new day,
to remember an old song
waiting long
to belong 
to some day.
Waiting smiling, your lips,
waiting beating, your heart,
waiting touching in kiss,
as your part
in this crime called 'love'.