So, the sadness attacks. Phone itself is asleep. And this feeling is back. Pretty harmful and deep. Girl, I wait for your call, While the day turns around, And the Suns rise and fall… Close to fall underground. After night I will record My voice on the phone. Tape of only few seconds Will be heard by someone. So, if you want to hear Simple phrases of mine, Call, when I'm not at home. When I'm so far from you. You can speak with yourself, While the time's running fast. After hours of self-talking, You will call me at last.