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?
