Sometimes I look back and remember the times
When patience and simplicity were everyday routine
Cold phrases, exciting sights
There were only our eyes speaking for us
The moments of still conversation
And magnificent music playing around us

Exactly like in an operahouse
Thrilling while of happines
Interfering with a while of misgiving
Longing was there remaining
The longing inside us!

Closing your eyes before simplicity
Waiting for something to thrill you
You may have swallowed your pride
And haven’t rejected
The genuine love that a woman can feel
But you tarried till other man decided to steal
Something that used to be yours…

Exactly like in an operahouse
Thrilling while of happiness
Interfering with a while of misgiving
The longing has been surmounted