That feeling when your hair is cut Like Samson 'cause he also was blonde Kiss each eyelid tenderly Because you come so rarely That I don't even know when I see you next time
My glasses are now yours Because I wanted you to have something That would remind you of me And I've got grass green alligator On my swamp green coat
And if I had gone by your side I would have come home with the milk My parents would have been oh so furious and angry Unless I had given them an ounce of milk
We dreamt of travelling to Krakow By car after we're 18 But now I don't even know if I see you in some time I had a ride on a new train Right after you'd blessed me with the kiss The first one,the last one-it doesn't really matter Because there was the only one
I took a photo of the evening sky There was Milky Way behind the branches of ivy I wish I could wander there with you And come home with the milk
My kicks would be covered in stardust From Milky Way-then it should be drops of milk? Or no. I wonder. And I would come with the milk Or don't come home What to choose? To come back or not come back?