| We have walked ten thousand times |
| To our place and back to find our love again. |
| We have lost it as you’ve said, |
| But I haven’t even noticed where and when. |
| So what I’m supposed to do? |
| Is to give up or to go on like this? |
| Our throats are dry from the silence, |
| And we cant drink from these frozen waters. |
| When will the spring come? |
| Ooh, I’m waiting, waiting |
| But nothing ever changes, oh no And I’m waiting |
| Do you want to know my day? |
| Or is it better if we don’t ask questions? |
| It’s so hard to talk you say, |
| When we both have lost ourselves, |
| Where we once had connection. |
| When will the spring come? |
| Will it melt these walls? |
| Ooh, I’m waiting, waiting |
| Is it all my fault? |
| When will the spring come? |
| Will it melt these walls? |
| But nothing ever changes, oh no But nothing ever changes, oh no |
| I’d say that we are ready, who knows. |
| But should we change for the sake of us both |
| When will the spring come? |
| Will it melt these walls? |
| Ooh, I’m waiting, waiting |
| Is it all my fault? |
| But nothing really changes, oh no And I’m waiting |
| We’re waiting |