You were afraid of my love for naught
It isn’t so scary, it isn’t so wild
I was happy just to see your nod
And just to meet your smile

And if you went to another one
Walking under the sun or hail
I wasn’t waiting for you to come
I just looked on your cloak on the nail

And when you were gone I wasn’t hale
Listening to the rhythm of the clock
I was satisfied to seeing the nail
Which was left after your cloak

A lot of days and years had passed
Days turned into a bale
All drama of the world was surpassed:
Somebody pulled from the wall the nail

The life wasn’t like a fairytale
I had no occasions to spark
I was happy that after the nail
Wall held faded, small mark

And when the mark from the wall was gone
Under the dye which was extremely dark
The only thing which pleased me for eon:
The memory of the mark

You were afraid of my love for naught
It isn’t so scary, it isn’t so wild
I was happy just to see your nod
And just to meet your smile

I can wait forever for a bliss
Or make new castles of the sand
What would I ever have for this?
I’m sure – you won’t understand