It could be just another funny day
But I'm waiting by the telephone
It should be just an ordinary day
With a lot of laughing and funny cries in my head
until the end of the morning's start by your side.
But they are free from my brain
Understanding is what I ask.
So long dear Anne.
Yes she is coming on the next train.
I have nothing to give, I have nothing to choose
And My broken legs feel even more tired.
The young girl makes everybody laugh.
I get in first so I get to sit in this chair.
Everybody is aware of their actions
The way they interact with everyone's life
The way they ruin any one else.
The way it is, I know the way it is.
Yesterday you saw her facou please
It's a break, I don't believe in you
Selfish, haughty and weakness within your essence
You're hundred millions years far away from her
From what is for me to be my girl mean.
Shiningly is growing day by day
So long dear Anne.
Because she is just here standing in your ex-space.