Sometimes 
I cannot breathe, because my lungs are full of you, 
And I don't want to let you out, 
For you'll get lost in the air around.

Sometimes 
I cannot sleep, for as I close my sleepy eyes 
I see the smile upon your face, 
I feel your hands upon my waist, 
And music sounds, and all the stars begin to dance.

Sometimes 
I can't get rid of one occasional silly thought, 
That we've been always linked together, 
Through time and space, through ink and feather, 
That I'm unable to break the link and I don't want. 

Sometimes 
I cannot stand the other men, for they aren't you, 
And sometimes I love all living creatures, 
For it's the feeling's weird feature, 
It influences everything in view. 

Sometimes 
I feel so happy, 'cause my life is full of you...