S.O.S. Sulle Piste

Missing two buttonholes on my coat
and two buttons on my blue jacket.
Everyone's in windbreakers for the snow
we're too packed in this train.
For her, yeah
there's a comfy spot.
I'm up and down
with my arms full of bags.
We haven't slept in ages
and then off we go,
yawning all the way.
Since seven,
latte coffee,
she's in the bathroom,
I'm yawning,
cold shower,
where's the dog???
He's got my shoe!!!
Slope after slope
she's lost my trail
I can't find my way anymore.
It's a feather on the "Black"
I feel like a chicken in the South Pole.
But for me,
she's so beautiful.
Only she
reflects in every mirrored lens.
She's a doll that glides.
Only she,
and my gaze is following her.
S.O.S
on the slopes
A red snowflake
is falling down.
Her arms
I recognize
waving hello to me.
Look at me, love,
you're gliding towards me
and now
with your eyes in love with mine
you'll caress me.
S.O.S.
on the slopes
Hearts on sleds,
loves in a rush.
Kisses in a hurry
under the sun
that's fading away.
The train's leaving at twenty
faces like it's the end of Sunday.
Hands, so many hands,
goodbye
as always, she's beautiful.
But coming back takes forever.
Tight against me,
she closes her eyes
and we're already dreaming.
Since seven
latte coffee,
she's in the bathroom
I'm yawning
diving in the shower
the water's freezing
where's the dog???
and my shoe??????