Tulid nagu välk selgest taevast ja korraga olid sa kadunud.
Sa tegid mu haigeks, nüüd olen armunud.

Walking away.

Walking on the street in Paris, when I see you.
Sitting there in a old cafe with her.
Laughing and watching each other's eyes.
So usual.
Like you might do this every day for the rest of your life.

For a second I think of turning around and running away,
but that wouldn't change the fact that you're sitting there with her,
your arms around her.
And I'm walking away, never going to look back.
To see you noticed me.
Even to see the pain in your eyes.
Or the regret in your heart.

I'm walking away.