GISELLE
You sat alone on the bench
Reading a book with pink covers,
You were elegant, a true lady
With a gently smiling face,
Oh... Giselle.
You had a beauty yet unsung,
Powerful, sensual, and unreal,
Dreamt in my dreams,
And now real in reality,
Oh... Giselle.
The nightingale sang softly,
Quietly not to disturb you,
And I wished so strongly
To softly land on your shoulder,
Oh... Giselle.
The breeze gently blew,
Brushing the hair off your beautiful face,
I didn't even know your name,
But I wished to be your cover,
Oh... Giselle.
I wanted, but I didn't dare
To ask you like a gentleman,
If someone loved you deeply
Even if just a little, even for a moment,
Oh... Giselle.
You got up, left just like that,
If only you had looked at me then,
You would have realized how much I love you
And that I will never love again,
Oh... Giselle.
Branko Stanković