Waiting for his steps, I put the music on mute, very low
Too stupid, we don't know, if he rang
If I didn't hear it this time
Waiting for his steps that morning

An evening? A morning? A winter, a dawn
A spring that he will choose
Nothing, I don't know anything, I put up lights
Nights by the roadside

Waiting for his arms, I paint flowers on the doors
He will like that
Waiting for the sweet time of his arms

And I take care of myself, red on my lips, on my cheeks
So he won't see
When too pale sometimes, definitely not
That he catches me like that

There is fresh water and wine
I don't know what he will choose
I don't know if he's blond, if he's brunette
I don't know if he's tall or not
But hearing his voice I will know
That all his words, all will be for me
Waiting for the sweet time of his arms

I think about it all the time, that moment, oh when we will recognize each other
I will tell him it was very long, no, I surely won't tell him
Waiting for his steps, I live, I dream and I breathe for that
Waiting just for a meaning to all this

An evening? A morning? A winter, a dawn
A spring that he will choose
Nothing, I don't know anything, I put up lights
Nights by the roadside

Waiting for his arms, I paint flowers on the doors
He will like that
Waiting just for a meaning to all this, to all this
To all this, lalalala!

Lalala lala lalala
Ouh lalala lalala lalala

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