I was looking for you
For long years
looking for your
in dark yards
In magazines, in movies,
among friends.
But on the day when I found you,
I lost my mind.
You're like in a dream,
like in in my albums,
Where I painted you
with gouache.
Then there were phone calls
mostly at night
Tears, nerves, love and
meeting in Poland
In movies, old sweethearts, not mine
You smoke every 5
We are both tired
You're like in a dream,
like in in my albums,
Where I painted you
with gouache.
For long years
dark nights
long years
repeated