Maybe you don't know that,
But looking out the window in the evenings,
Sighs softly and quietly for you,
And my soul mate misses me
I'm sure you remember who it is:
Maybe a friend of yours,
Sister or brother.
And it doesn't matter,
What you broke up with:
A quarrel, over a separation of what kind,
Or suddenly there's not enough time.
Call him, he's not a stranger to you.
If he gets bored in the evenings
About you friend, sister, or brother.
Give me a call and you won't regret it,
Because he'll be very happy to see you.