
Hm hm hm hm
Hm hm hm, hm hm hm
Call me, I await you, call me
The dreams are choosing, the night is impatient
I await you, call me
The talk of the heart is on the lips
How many nights should I stay awake
The talk of the heart is on the lips
How many nights should I stay awake
It is a little thing, I love you
I await you, call me
The heart will melt from this thought
I obtained your state from my state
The heart will melt from this thought
I obtained your state from my state
The night is the impatience of patience
I await you