While waiting his steps, I put music on mute, very low Too bad, we don't know, in case he'd ring
If I would not hear it that time While waiting his steps that morning
A night? A morning? A Winter, a dawn A Spring he will choose
None, I know none of it, I put on some lights Nights along the roads
While waiting his arms I draw flowers on doors, he will like that While waiting the nice weather of his arms
And I take care of myself, red on my lips, on my cheeks So he will not see
When too pale sometimes, he should certainly not Surpise me like this
There are some fresh water and some wine I don't know which he will choose
I don't know if he is blond, if he is brown I don't know if he is tall or not
But when hearing his voice, I will know That's all his words, all will be for me
I'm always thinking about this moment, oh when we will recognize each other
I will tell him it was very long, no, I will certainly not tell him While waiting his steps, I'm living, dreaming and breathing for that
While waiting just a meaning to all that
A night? A morning? A Winter, a dawn A Spring he will chose
None, I know none of it, I put on some lights Nights along the roads
While waiting his arms I draw flowers on doors, he will like that While waiting the nice weather of his arms
