Listen, I'll tell you my secret: Never leave me alone when music plays. It could seem to me that some eyes gray are so deep and soft, the eyes that are actually plain. It could seem to me that I dive into the sound and I could give my hands to anyone around. It could seem to me so easy, so gay to love someone for only one day. Or, I could tell someone my dearest, magically growing secret how much I love you. Oh, never leave me alone when music plays. It could seem to me that again, somewhere in a forest, my tears flow through a new well. It could seem to me that a black butterfly makes patterns on heavy water - those that no one feels free to tell. It could seem to me that somewhere in the dark zone someone sings and with a bitter flower touches my heart where the incurable wound stays. Oh, never leave me alone, never alone, when music plays.