Litsa

What do you know about faces?

If all you find old pieces of a smile
With your teardrop falls on your forehead,
On your cheeks and on your mouth.

When you believe in a face, no matter how you try,
You can take it on.

So what do you know about faces?
How could I sit at your table?
What do you know about faces on the corner of a kind?
What could you say about faces, other nearest to mine?

You find our faces and a smile
When a teardrop falls on your forehead,
On your cheeks and your mouth.

When you’re leaving a face,
You can never take it off.
So what do you know about faces?
And how could I sit at your table?