The Boy From The Faculty

I remember your schedule, but
I don't
Know my own time.
You move your backpack, you leave a seat beside you
I lean over my book.
I just gaze at you
You ask, what was
I studying?
I remembered you.
Oh, girls, what kind of magic is this?
I go to class just to see him.
He touches me, I don't know how,
I understand everything without words
I want the uni, uni, university.
There a boy from the faculty is waiting for me.
Tips, tips, with the tips of his fingers he touched me.
Oh, how he touched me.