My Dear - Sophie Zelmani

I’ve seen my dear

I know him, he’s been here

Can’t you feel his atmosphere?

Can’t you tell?

Can’t you see how unweary his feet?

His wind blows through me

I have written his name

In the window of saints

Can’t you see his colors I paint?

I’ve seen my dear

Even if not every year

Still he used to gait in here