One eye at the hands and the other at the digits
Waiting for the minutes to turn into hours
One eye at the people and the other at the cars.
How long will it take for the time to come
When you will arrive, flowers will blossom
How long will I have to keep on waiting
For the moment about which I have been contemplating.
This wait is getting on my nerves
Is this really what a good lover deserves?
I can't wait for it to get over
So much for the luck by this four-leaf clover.
Maybe its excitement of the moment
That now even the wait seems fervent
And I deserve to ask you this my princess
When the clock strikes twelve will I get my kiss?
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