... в темпе вальса ...
What's the time?

Seems it's already morning.

I see the sky,

it's so beautiful and blue.

The TV's on but the only thing

showing is a picture of you.

Oh I get up and make myself some coffee.

I try to read a bit but the story's

too thin.

I thank the lord above that you're

not here to see me in the shape I'm in.

Spending my time

Watching the days go by

Feeling so small

I stare at the wall

Hoping that you think of me too.