Mala Sara — The Boy From The Faculty

I remember your schedule, but
I don't
Know my own time.
You move your backpack, you leave a seat beside you
I lean over my book.
I just gaze at you
You ask, what was
I studying?
I remembered you.
Oh, girls, what kind of magic is this?
I go to class just to see him.
He touches me, I don't know how,
I understand everything without words
I want the uni, uni, university.
There a boy from the faculty is waiting for me.
Tips, tips, with the tips of his fingers he touched me.
Oh, how he touched me.
Uni, uni of the university
There, a boy from the faculty is waiting for me.
Tips, tips, with the tips of his fingers he touched me.
Oh how he touched me.
We sat over our books, whispering something in each other's ears.
They told us to be quieter.
We laughed even louder.
I was waiting for an assignment, but
I heard a confession.
I smiled.
Say it again
Just look into my eyes.
Oh, girls, what kind of magic is this?
I go to class just to see him.
He touches me, I don't know how,
I understand everything without words
I want the uni, uni of the university
There a boy from the faculty is waiting for me.
Tips, tips, with the tips of his fingers.
He touched me.
Oh, how he touched me.
Uni, uni of the university
There, a boy from the faculty is waiting for me.
Tips, tips, with the tips of his fingers.
He touched me.
Oh how he touched me.
Echo