do you remember our last summer Waltz?
we intertwined both our souls and our hearts.
we fell in magic of cello and horn,
danced all night long till the last subtle note.

do you remember how sweet was orgeat?
but all of the honey were kept in your heart.
all of the stars they were born in your eyes.
i could recall every note from your mouth.

do you remember? we were young, we were free.
utterly wild, rising waves in the sea.
melting the glaciers, greeting thunder as friend.
flaming volcanoes, turning glass into sand.

i do remember this last lovely night.
when i took your hand, engraved it on my heart.
the promise we took as the oath of our love.
yes, i still remember...can you tell? from above..

the kettle down is calling Beth
he's almost out of cigarettes
but where is Beth? or who is Beth?
it's you? it's me? or him instead?

the chair upstairs is yelling out
someone just stole his underground!
so where is chair? it's falling down!
or left? or right? or turns around?

the upper shelf is in the mood.
the kettle down has drunk his soup!
or was it chair? or maybe Beth?
who knows? you know? you don't, i bet!

the table round is sleeping well.
he's not aware of spots of gel.
but are they blue? or maybe red?
the kettle's! out! of cigarettes!

the Beth is rushing to the door.
the chair is laying on the floor.
but where's the key? you saw the key?
upstairs? downstairs? where they could be?

the Beth is almost out of breath.
she found the soup for upper shelf.
but is it soup? or maybe stew?
go taste! yes, you! that soup is for four.

the kettle down is counting well:
the Beth, the chair, the upper shelf...
but table's here? or maybe not?
he's ran away to cure his spot!

so what is all this have to do
with little house with crooked roof?
it's made by Beth! or maybe not!
who knows? you know? I swear, I don't!