We locked gaze, while dancing on the bench,
zicke, zacke, zicke, zacke, hoi, hoi, hoi.
First I was scared, scared to be the only brown woman
in a hall full of white. Scared as you looked
nothing less than a prince – out of fairy-tale.
We danced all night, your eyes on me,
and then we parted ways.
I see you again, a few months down.
We locked gaze – now I crave your mouth.
Your voice, your face, your scent, all of you:
all evening, talking, laughing, talking, laughing.
I forgot how happy this feeling could be.
Looking up at your arrogant face,
your thundering laughter! I thank the stars above.
You are young, younger than I.
You have stepped into this arena of love,
so have I. I stand as your first, yet millions of lovers
have past through these gates of : forever.
Old love renewed, reborn, renewed, reborn.
We have played our part, sweet memories
yet distressful parting tears – you have my heart.