I have empty walls here.
I want pictures with smiles,
in wooden frames.
I don’t want much, do I?
I don’t mean to be a princess,
I don’t mean to have castles.
I want pictures with smiles,
I want to accumulate
warm little cards, with you, september, kisses and guitars.
I really want so little,
I can’t dream big.
Wish I could cover the bare walls,
Wish I could do just that.
Your warm hand in my pocket.
To be with you,
just for a minute.