She comes at night. At dark blue night
When you can't sleep, can't think, can't dream.
When you're alone she steals your heart.
She makes it break, then does it mean.
She's like a tender guitar song.
We're drown indeed: she's like a sea.
She makes us lose the thoughts and soul.
She has to come and then to flee.
She goes away and doesn't warn.
She wouldn't say what happens next.
She goes away...You stay alone
And feeling emptiness in breast.