(HOW BEAUTIFUL IT WAS)
This song of mine
I‘d like to dedicate to you
This song of mine
I write to you in that bar
This song of mine
only serves me to resurrect
how beautiful it was, how beautiful it was
When the day begins
I have to get up
When the day begins
I don‘t know what to have for breakfast
When the day begins
Even the street cleaner can talk about
how beautiful it was, how beautiful it was
My bed is cold
I can‘t warm it up
My bed is cold
and who will replace you
My bed is cold
I prefer to be alone and savor
how beautiful it was, how beautiful it was.