AgathodaImon - When She Is Mute

Although the world would call me free

Each day the more her slave am I

For in her very way to be

There`s I don`t know what

I don`t know why

Already from the day we met

Was my freedom mortal shot

She`s but a girl as they, and yet

There`s something more, I don`t know what
No matter what we speak or do

The moments in sweet silence fly

For somehow there is music, too

When she is mute, I don`t know why

So likely to my dying day

To follow her will be my lot

For in her sweet and candid way

There`s I don`t know why

I don`t know what