I think, you know...

I think, you know, what does it mean,
When nothing changed, at least it seemed.
The sun is shining, rain still falls,
The same are windows, table, walls,
And everything is on its place…
Except your heart, your head, your face.

Excitement sparkles in your eyes,
Your actions seem no longer wise,
Your hands are shaking, voice is hoarse,
You hate your walk, your speech, your nose,
Don’t care: water, milk or wine,
You cry and laugh at the same time.

You know, that all mistakes are yours,
You jump up by a little noise,
Your stomach’s full of butterflies,
You take on trust each silly lies.

You welcome pain and fear in,
And let them desperately win.
Do you regret? – Of course, I don’t!
I really don’t know what I want.
But I enjoy my trembling heart,
And every day looks like new start.
I count now my every sight,
And I am ready for the fight!

But when I see these eyes again,
And all return: confusion, pain,
My confidence just dies away,
I can do nothing, only stay,
This ancient magic drives me mad,
I doubt, if it’s good or bad.
You know, what secret’s hidden here?
I feel eclipse and torment, fear…

- I know exactly, what you mean,
I can explain you everything:
These symptoms are from one disease,
All people suffer some time this.
The truth is simple like white dove,
Don’t worry, you just fell in love.