על השולחן,

I can't see your smile

You're too far away

no wrath and no smell

can survive the time,

no one can bring back

our kisses and your smile

I've lost you once

and I still lose you 

again and again.

Time and strangers

have make as

strangers in time.

I wish I could reach out my hand

and caress you

just like you are,

just like we are

so lost and abandoned

in and by the crowd.

Grub you, stop everything,

put it back in order.

I'd like to come back

to your dark room,

see you again

just you and me

just as we ware then

and should be again.

But, who cares?

Instead of trying,

we're looking for excuses

and as the years passing by

we are only getting better at that