The scent of the woman is branding your mind
Night shadows are echoing moments long gone
They carry her face from the years of past
Tears and pain of mistakes that you've done
The sadness of loss is like a knife in your heart
Her images follow you into your sleep
The runner can't get to the place of the start
The distance is endless, you can't let it be
You still pay attention to the pretty young girls
With fire in eyes and bodies of lust
But after one night the attraction is lost
And you hear again the call of your past.
The love is rare, it's given once
My friend, don't leave it up to a chance.
1995