Who are you?I don't know who you are, but I saw that you were someone special.
Not someone you see everyday in the streets...
Well, we looked at each other several times... What a strange feeling.
But I don't know your name, I don't know anything about you...
Something...Something died inside me...
Something broke into pieces...
Something will never come back to me...
Something is lost...
But this 'something' is a piece that another person will give me back.
And I wait for this moment.
She will make me forget all the troubles I had with you.
She will make me forget everything about you.
She will be my love.
Just a dream...A little translation task at our englishclass.
I had finished the task within the time and looked around. Some were still working on the text.
Then I looked besides me...
She smiled at me, hugged me and layed her arms around me...
I looked at an old friend right next to me. She looked disappointed and jealous.
I didn't care for that. I got someone who I love and who loves me.
There's nothing more important for me in this world.
After the lesson we went on the corridor, kissed each other...
Everybody was looking ant us. Nobody had seen her before...nobody had thought of me that I would ever kiss someone...in school.
We enjoyed the silence around us... it was our moment.
Back at home I laughed out loud. Maybe because a funny text or something.
And she had her arms around my neck.
I turned my head around to look at her... to kiss her.
I just woke up, having a smile in my face.
At first I didn't know why...
But then I saw her.
It was a strange feeling... to someone besides you, cuddled up
What do I miss?It was just a day shortly before the fall-holidays starts.
Some pupils promoted a musical they made and I looked at you.
You smiled at me and said that I could invite you to this musical.
That's where everything has started...
Over the next few weeks our friendship started to grow, we spent more and more time together in school and on our winter-holidays I ask you if we can meet us.
Our first meeting was nothing special. We went into cinema and had a nice evening together. After that it was schooltime again.
Nobody had to know that we met us, so we didn't said anything.
It was our little secret.
Some weeks later, some day in february we met us again.
We went again into cinema, but this time everything was a bit different.
I invited you, you was suprised, but we knew it was alright.
In the hall we looked at each other more times than we looked at the screen. Everytime with a smile... and I took you hand.
We knew, that it was the right thing.
Back in school again, nodoby knew
Dreams are something specialDreams are something special.
They can be sorrowful.
They can be terrifying.
They can be cruel.
They can be harsh.
But they also can give you hope.
They can give you the strength you need.
They can give you the devotion you need.
They can give you a dream.
They can give you something special.
The white sheetTears are falling
Down on a white sheet.
For now nothing happens.
But after a while, more and more tears are falling down.
One after the others, unstoppable.
Till only one red teardrop stand forth
The still white sheet imbues.
The other tears remain
But the red sheet was now a sign.
One sign, only one sign.
But for which, one maybe asks himself.
However, this, must find out everybody for himself.
Das weisse BlattTränen fallen
Auf ein weißes Blatt.
Vorerst geschieht nichts.
Doch nach und nach fallen immer mehr Tränen.
Eine nach der anderen, unaufhaltsam
Immer wieder, ununterbrochen.
Bis eine einzige rote Träne hervortritt
Das noch weiße Blatt tränkt.
Die Tränen blieben zurück
Doch das rote Blatt war nun ein Zeichen.
Ein Zeichen, ein einziges Zeichen
Wofür, so fragt man sich vielleicht.
Doch das, muss jeder für sich herausfinden.