The crasy woman is waiting for me
For the whole day
She's looking for me, crying
She's alone at home with her sadness
Calling by the phone numbers
But she doesn't know where I am
She's thinking I can live no minute
Without her Grey Eyes
The dinner has been cooked
The supper's already cold
But I'm not here
So where am I,
Hungry, angry and sick?
And really how am I living so long
Without her Grey Eyes?
Autumn recently in the City,
Not long, for the sixth day,
My time is leaving far
By the toy train
I seldom look at my calendar
I wouldn't remember,
My girl's memory
But suddenly I knew I hadn't seen her
Grey Eyes for the whole year...