Piotr Szczepanik - Kochać

To love — how easy it is to say
To love — means never asking why
For love is full of restless wonder
It knows no day that can return

Suddenly, the world fits in your eyes
And I no longer know if I know you
Moments — like colourful slides —
Wither, as time swiftly changes them

To love — how easy it is to say
To love — just that, nothing more…
In this word, there’s the colour of the sky
But also the rusty dust of bitter days

Still, my shoulder rests beside you
And yet we keep searching for each other
Perhaps we will not walk together any more
As words slowly lose their meaning

To love — how easy it is to say
To love — means never asking why
For love is the great unknown
Yet it longs to know if faith will last