Verse 1

You left your coat on the kitchen chair,

A paper tram ticket folded there.

The kettle clicked, the clock ran slow,

I watched the last red buses go.

Chorus

Moia pomeniai, tampon vremia na iskhode,

Say it once before the morning takes the road.

Moia pomeniai, tampon vremia na iskhode,

Hold the door a little while; don’t let me go.

Verse 2

The old café shut at half past ten,

We found the long way home again.

Your laugh cut through the market rain,

Then slipped away around the lane.

Chorus

Moia pomeniai, tampon vremia na iskhode,