If you put your large piece of pizza Back on the plate for a while, Maybe you will hear my words, Trying to penetrate into your mind. Maybe you will see the flash of my eyes, When I look at you, reading letters Sent once by me, so long ago.
If you put away your glass of juice, I will be able to present you With an unforgettable taste of nectar, I will dance the taste of the spring And will turn into the summer heat, If you only put away your book for a while And take off that ugly hat, I will see your eyes more clearly And will smell your short brown hair Just before you go to take shower. If you close the window, You will hear me better, And the wind, a cruel rival, Will not steal away part of my words On its rapid wings.
If you onlyonly loved me a little.