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.