I'm waiting for my friend
Soon he'll be coming down the hill
Not much matters to me
When we sit with the snacks and tea
And I think he likes to look in my eyes
Fluttering in my surprise
I'm waiting for my friend
There he is coming down the hill
Not much matters to me
When he laughs and tries to hold my feet
And when he looks into my eyes
I look back to my surprise
I'm waiting for my friend
Soon he'll be coming down the hill