Here's my morning coffee,
the clock,
The hands are racing madly.
Somewhere, of course, you are,
You're far away, out of reach.
I'll drink my coffee, be silent,
I'll turn on the saxophone.
I'll sit quietly, silently,
I'll embrace you with my soul.
I'll imagine our meeting,
And the rain, and the sun, and the snowstorm.
And I run to meet you,
I understand you're not here.
You're far away, and kilometers
separate me from my dream...
The coffee's finished, the saxophone.
Oh, God, how beautiful it is.
The coffee's finished, I have to go,
But you're always in my soul.
I'll imagine our meeting,
And the rain, and the sun, and the snowstorm.
I run, again to meet you,
But I understand you're not here.
You're far away, and kilometers
separate you from your dream...
Finished coffee, saxophone
Saxophone of Separation
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