If she only knew, my friend....

A windy clear night

he station of the train

Walking up and down

From one to the other end.

WiA windy clear night

In the station of the train

Walking up and down

From one end to the other end.

The neck of the blouse

Lifted up on the back.

Like a shade someone approaches

Touches him on the shoulder.

They shake hands,

Begin to talk,

But one seems absent

With thoughts astray.

He seems to wait, to wonder

To ask himself only if

She wouldn’t change her mind

To come next to never.

As the train arrives

And people begin to descend

He turns away from the friend

With eyes glimmering with love.

But…the crowd melts

People spread in many ways

And the hope he had

Just fades away.

For she was not among them

Nor descending from the train

Sad, he turns his sight away

Losing hope to meet her that day.

With eyes staring at the ground

Filled with tears, almost cry

Lost of hope, and broken heart

Walks away into the hollow night.

And as he walks, through station’s dust

The shaded friend begins to ask

“She’s you’re sweetest angel,

Is she not?”

He lifts up his head,

Watches him into the eyes

And with whispered voice

He says just: “Aye…”

But words just stop

For with the corner of the eye

He sees her come

Along the walkway.

With hope renewed

I turn towards him

And I show him, her

Coming our way.

Warmly shake his hand

And say:

“If she only knew …”(sighs)

“If she only knew, my friend …”

Touches him on the shoulder.

They shake hands,

Begin to talk,

But one seems absent

With thoughts astray.

He seems to wait, to wonder

To ask himself only if

She wouldn’t change her mind

To come next to never.

As the train arrives

And people begin to descend

He turns away from the friend

With eyes glimmering with love.

But…the crowd melts

People spread in many ways

And the hope he had

Just fades away.

For she was not among them

Nor descending from the train

Sad, he turns his sight away

Losing hope to meet her that day.

With eyes stareing at the ground

Filled with tears, almost cry

Lost of hope, and broken heart

Walks away into the hollow night.

And as he walks, through station’s dust

The shaded friend begins to ask

“She’s you’re sweetest angel,

Is she not?”

He lifts up his head,

Watches him into the eyes

And with whispered voice

He says just: “Aye…”

But words just stop

For with the corner of the eye

He sees her come

Along the walkway.

With hope renewed

I turn towards him

And I show him, her

Coming our way.

Warmly shake his hand

And say:

“If she only knew …”(sighs)

“If she only knew, my friend …”