Don’t you hear, she’s beginning to play
my favourite song on the grand piano;
can’t you feel that your music
is love for my lonely heart.
Her love fillin’ the air around -
but she won’t look at me.
“Bright keys, touchin’ me deeply.
The sound, this is what I want to hear.”
“The piano, entering my soul so sweetly I know -
I know this won’t last.”
Played by the girl I love,
played as if she was about to kiss me
but the only thing I’m feeling is just
that tender touch down on the keys.
Does she love me - I’ll never know
if I don’t dare to tell you:
“Girl, I love you! Please be true ... to me.”