The wind blows the hair from your face
while you`re waiting
by this fortunately July, sunny day
I see from the look in your eyes that you`re worried,
will he come today
You won`t be here tomorrow morning, but you said that yesterday as well,
I`d better see you here all summer,
waiting for the one who went away
You wear a dress, it`s the one you`ve been wearing,
cause that`s the one, that he said he liked.
And maybe tomorrow he`ll be returning, and all will be allright
You won`t be here...