THREE NINE THREE SEVEN ONE NINE
(Bob Vee, 90° – 28.9.1984)
It has been a long day, long as a hunger yawn
I've tryed to pass whole it since the dawn
working and walking in these lonely ways
waitin' for who knows what business to make.
When I come back home, in the evening, oh mine!
I finally can take your line. Your line!
I've thought of you all day, still now that's night.
(truly) I didn't make a fig, I weren't right
walking at snail's pace hours in my head
dreaming to spend them together at bed.
Only remains to me to feel your sunshine
doin' three nine three seven one nine.
We don't often see us, we can only phone
we are so unlucky but happy to know
that one day, one day we'll break this wall
and live, loving each other, under the same home.
These are the words I tell every night to my girl
precisely at ten o clock, sat on my bones,
sat on the heartache of the homesickness
I peep your face through the long distance lines...
How can I pour out all my love to you, oh mine!
Doing three nine three seven one nine.
Calling three nine three seven on nine.
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