I looked at her directly and said: let’s dance together, before the late hour, shall we?
believe it or not, those were my words, and she laughed, she did.
she kept laughing and we talked and we danced and we laughed together
it was a miracle, like those in the movies;
I was mister charming, finally

Granma always told me I was not so ugly
so I knew since my childhood that I had chances to mate
I was never mister popular, so I had to make her laugh
that was like “the” strategy I could use against miss perfection
becoming mister funny was my last shot and it worked out

We kept talking and drinking and laughing and I was so annoyed
but how do you tell somebody?:
listen, I’m a bit of an introvert, let’s just stare at each other and kiss!
or is it perhaps just too late for so much talking? Hm…good question
anyway, the story continued on my bed and on her bed and so on, you can imagine

From being complete strangers to falling in love, unbelievable
I can only conclude it was the ocean and the wind
they surround us and involve our cells in that misty movement
it goes and comes
it’s like a dance, forward, backward and sideways, and again
you can hold on to it and be knocked down
or ride the waves and just keep swimming, keep swimming

The tiny little pieces of you in me, those are the good ones, those are the ones I miss
my bed full of long hair, my clothes full of long hair
just long hair that still keeps emerging, like magic
that extraordinary misplacement of my own things in my own house
you were the queen and king and the princess and everything

It was not your cooking, nor mine
it was the us, the us who was so promising
I was there to see you cry and smile
I was there to touch you at night, in your sleep

can’t you see?
there was so much love in that house
there was so much of us in that house
can’t you see?
I am that guy,
the one who stumbles,
the one with no name,
the one who broke apart…