Schoolbag in hand She leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye With an absent-minded smile
I watch her go With a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
* The feeling that I'm losing her forever And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter, that funny little girl
** Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes Her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone There's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
( * , ** )
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand She leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
