A keresés eredménye

At Night

I think back to all these colors
That I longed for in empty hours
Glances through the wind in unfamiliar streets
And yet I remained silent
 
I think of how quiet it was
And how my yearning drove me to and fro
I ponder the words that I’m missing
You will say them
 
At night, at night you see a light
You hear the words you tell us
Then in the morning as the day greets us
We’re ready for that whimsical happiness
 
I think back to all those days
All the nights full of agonizing yearning
I ponder the words that I’m seeking
And yet I remained silent
 
I think of how I saw it
In bright colors and not just once
An image, a light
I felt you in some distant time
 
At night, at night you see a light
You hear the words you tell us
Then in the morning as the day greets us
We’re ready for that whimsical happiness