You’re dreaming in black and white,
A usual routine of life
You see each day renew in a different light.
You sit on the same familiar bench,
With folded hands
Life never seems to be in disadvantage,
You always seem to live with a big smile;
so everybody can see your happy language.
It is the rain you never hear falling,
With her typical scent.
Instead you see the children dancing on the shiny streets,
Discovering their knew kind of favorite event.
And the mothers are laughing in joy at these children in distance staying by the street pavement.
You hear the new songs
We didn’t hear before.
With your black hat in rhythm rolling in the palm of your hand,
It’s you; this world is waiting for..