The Duet

Oh, the wait
Every bitter hour

Sun disk to me
Sun disk to me
You will sing with me

I will bring you back
To the place you like
With me

You will sing with me, Anita

Sun disk to me
Sun disk to me

If our life starts now
You will forget the early one
Before we came to be

You're the sun disk to me
Sun disk to me
And you will sing with me

You will sing with me, Anita
You will sing with me, Anita
Anita! Anita!

Sun disk to me, sun disk to me
Sun disk to me, sun disk to me
Sun disk to me, sun disk to me
Sun disk to me, sun disk to me
Sun disk to me, sun disk to me

You don't hear the chappеdness
Of my call, of my call
You don't feel the chappednеss
Of my cast, of my cast
You relieve the chappedness
Of my neck, of my neck
It's not there at all

You don't hear the chappedness
Of my call, of my call
You don't feel the chappedness
Of my cast, of my cast
You don't hear the chappedness
Of my lips when they press
They're not there at all
They're not there at all
(At all)

If I have no call
Then I have no cast
Then I have no neck