Galilea

Dressed in red, sharp at ten
I'll be able to meet you at the back of the bar
After writing each other fifteen letters a month
In your last letter, finally, a blind date
In front of the mirror I don't see myself as handsome
I told you I'm a little taller
And I know your name is not Galilee
Whether pretty, whether ugly, it doesn't matter to me

Galilee
What a fortune I have!
I've met you
With the sweetest girl, my postal friend
Galilee
What a fortune I have!
I'm really going to see you
And finally know your look and your real name

The tide
It's going up my back strongly
Don't let me down, good things only happen once

No, no, eh

An empty space at the back of the bar
Nerves on edge and ten o'clock strikes
The door opens and a shadow looks at me
It's her, it's not her, I know, I don't know

Galilee
Galilee