What you have inside - you show it how? A so little time and you're stuck in my mind I tried to talk with you to say something intelligent but, you know, I am a stupid you know, I am a baby I am a cat a black cat crying by your side. How many places have you seen? With how many people you talked before me? And how many you will meet while I'm here singing of you my cartoon? I have to say it I am sad I have to say it so I can see it And what I saw in you - this I was watching in silence smoking a cigarette - it took my words away and my breath too. What I saw in you is your huge pure spirit walking in a noisy city walking trough a small passageway from the outside to the inside; your foot always confident. An now I'm here singing of you and thinking Pourquoi? Pourquoi tu n'ai pas une parole pour moi? Où est ta communication? Crying as a child I hope you miss me and I know that words are not for us.