Eskimos and Egypt - A Year

The sun is in my eyes... the wind blows on my face
The photo of our lives... is wiping tears from my face
The sentimental child... whose comfort comes from her friends
Remember trust (?) in me... the dream that never ends... because I'm in love... love... because I'm in love... because I'm in love

As soon as it been a year... you see the changes in me
Your silence seems so sincere... it changes to misery
It's time to turn to the truth... infatuation grows tired
Your voice stood out from me to you... except I don't know why
I'm not in love... love.. I'm not in love... I'm not in love... I'm not in love