| -- See you soon… -- Maybe today,maybe tomorrow, Maybe some day, Myybe nevermore… Maybe with joy, maybe with sorrow… -- Come anyway, Darling, por favor! Here, at this door aiways awaiting I’m saying «Hi!» Or «Hello» and smile. Come in a bus, jogging or scating, Yelling «banzai» From the last your mile. Leave and return now or later, Come on weekend, Being debonair. Let me attract your soul grater I am your friend, Always, everywhere… You are my fate. I am your future. Be in my team, Tenderness concealed. I am your king, you are my duche… Love’s my mainstream, And my hope’s field… |