There lives a girl in the street

There lives a girl in the street.

Every day,

if I could see her,

I would like to stay here.

I want to look at her

in the hope, that she would recognize me.

I would like to smell her hair,

to touch her hand,

to speak with her.

I want to let her know my feelings for her.

I regret now, that she left our village this morning.

I have never spoken a word with her.