When I’ll become somebody
From being nobody,
You will still be my all,
The one who never let me fall.
Even if there will more fame and name,
How I will feel towards you will still be the same.
Could ten and more years change them?
I would still wish to appear in front of you in a silver hem
Or it can be red, however we like,
Decades ago, we dealt with Cupid’s strike.
I will still ask the falling star for us to be permanently united.
The quiet right now will be replaced with conches and clarinet.