she's going pale in a tattered mirror
he's hiding his face in a dark corner
they differ in so many ways but none - and yet
sometimes it happens
her eyes had lost her frame of faithfulness
charm of holy spells vanished
although her fingers are fainting from silver and gold
sometimes it happens
he's loosing himself in what is and what was present
mask of qualms hides his face
a poem of beauty turns into farce
sometimes it happens
all of a sudden something cracks - probably because of guilt
sinful dust falls from the consciences
and they woke up from a dream - just for a moment
and then they are praying for miracle of coexistence
she will hear him, and so will he
once he's becoming silent, once she, all because of penitence
and then they will divide this miracle of coexistence
and then they just are
she is for him
he is for her
well... sometimes it happens
another girl looks from a window
in the role of betrayed one - an absolute miracle
she's very close to the door, and yet
sometimes it happens
at the doorstep lies a prop like the one from romances
a suitcase full of memories, a few pictures
a peephole eye constantly moves closer and further
sometimes it happens
and he again does know nothing, how come he could
he's torn apart between sins and doors
still but only for a moment he's a fortress made of stone
only for a moment
and all of a sudden something cracks up
in a blink of an eye he crushes the boundaries of sins and doors
and they believe in each other even for a while
this is what love is about
and then they are praying for a miracle of coexistence
she will hear him, and so will he
once he's becoming silent, once she, all because of penitence
then they will divide this miracle of coexistence
and then they will just be
she is for him
he is for her
sometimes it happens
this is love