I’m waiting for you
Under your window.
I’m waiting for you
But I don’t know what can I expect.
I’m looking at
Your window at night.
I see somebody dancing with you.
I see somebody kissing you.
Is it my envy?
Is it my illusion?
Is it my dark minds?
Am I seeing things?
I just want have a walk with you under the moon.
Is it too much?
Is it too few?
I don’t know what can I expect from you.
Because of that I’m crying under your window
and you think, its rain.
Because of that I’m shouting under your window
and you think, its thunder.
You think it’s just romantic night of pane.
I see somebody dancing with you.
I see somebody kissing you.
Is it my envy?
Is it my illusion?
Is it my dark minds?
Am I seeing things?