I might even be in Lisbon.
but there will always be a reason
To dream with you
I may not even see you
But I write
if only you knew I like you
I did not worry so much
when I close my eyes
See you
Sometimes I feel confused.
With this my heart
who can not breathe
I feel a kind of hunger
when I look at you again
I might even be in Lisbon.
and you away from me