You at the cafeteria...
My eyes have done this a thousand times now:
Wander for a while and trace back to you.
Like a ball set in motion at the rim of a funnel.
I twisted and curled in my bed.
Forget it. You are crazy, I said.
I thought I would be able to tame,
But my heart was not game.
Yet again I was moonstruck.
Could not say if it was good or bad luck.
And when clock struck three,
I thought I must let it free
and stop the insane spree.
I was so fixated that I would not rest.
And went on as long as the joy would last,
Till I got all the words right.
And then when I was finally done,
All I could say was... a-w-e-s-o-m-e!
About this masterpiece from the maestro's son.
Translation thoughts were firmly stuck.And when clock struck three,
So I left the bed,
With the song looping in my head.