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On a Wet Glass
On a wet glass
I wrote her name without realizing it
And my eyes remained just like that glass thinking of her.
The paintings have no colors,
The roses don't look like flowers,
There are no birds in the morning;
Nothing is the same, nothing is the same, nothing is the same, nothing.
On a wet glass I wrote her name without realizing it
And my eyes remained just like that glass thinking of her.
Today when I woke up I was looking for
The sun coming through my window,
It was hiding behind a cloud;
Nothing is the same, nothing is the same, nothing is the same, nothing.
The paintings have no colors,
The roses don't look like flowers,
There are no birds in the morning;
Nothing is the same, nothing is the same, nothing is the same, nothing.
On a wet glass I wrote her name without realizing it
And my eyes remained just like that glass thinking of her.
On a wet glass I wrote her name ...
And my eyes remained just like that glass ...
Without realizing it ...
Thinking of her ...
