Your fingers get tired
For counting the star
Still I remember
That day you cried
Can I hold you, baby?
Seventeenth of July
And I will stay here
Till it falls from the sky
Your fingers get cold
And fall on my heart
Is it December?
I´ll give you my coat
Can I hold you, baby?
Before you fly away
And I will stay here
Till you lay down your smile
It enters my mind
When they fall from the sky
You enter my heart
Before we say goodbye…