I’m wondering my dear, what happened to your laugh
You’re so melancholic
It’s your imagination, dear
And your elation that I miss

When you come home
You gaze from your chair
Upon the windowpane
There’s darkness in your look
And sadness on your face
Your mind is filled with rain

Talk to me, smile at me
It doesn’t matter, dear, what it may be
Tell me stories, lies if need be
Because your silence suffocates my breath
Talk to me, smile at me
Come home, look at me and see
How withered, how desperate I am
Yes, even plants grow better when you talk to them

I’m wondering, my dear, what happened to your eyes
Where is their twinkling light
What happened to your mind, your marvelous ideas
You were so brilliant and so bright

Where’s your love of life
Where is your love at all
Where is your happiness
I won ’t tread the path
From stilly moments to
A silent emptiness

Talk to me, smile at me
It doesn’t matter, dear, what it may be
Tell me stories, lies if need be
Because your silence suffocates my breath
Talk to me, smile at me
Come home, look at me and see
How withered, how desperate I am
Yes, even plants grow better when you talk to them