الكلمات الأصلية
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There's a word for longing
For someone or something
That can't be found in our language
It's a type of anguish our words don't know
'Cause love goes
Like a gypsy shawl
Like an arrow
Love is fast and life is slow
Like a jet plane
Like a single day
It comes
And goes away
I loved him, I love him still
Perhaps I never did, perhaps I always will
But I walked away and he turned his back
Now all I'm counting is all I lack
'Cause love goes
Like a gypsy shawl
Like an arrow
Love is fast and life is slow
Like a jet plane
Like a single day
It comes
And goes away
There's a word I've been searching for
That in my language goes unsaid
It's him that I've been longing for
Now a memory in my head
Because love goes
Like a gypsy shawl
Like an arrow
Love is fast and life is slow
Like a jet plane
Like a single day
It comes
And goes away
