How beautiful you are
You want to know why I hate you?Well I'll try and explain...You remember that day in ParisWhen we wandered through the rainAnd promised to each otherThat we'd always think the sameAnd dreamed that dreamTo be two souls as oneAnd stopped just as the sun setAnd waited for the nightOutside a glittering buildingOf glittering glass and burning light...
And in the road before usStood a weary greyish manWho held a child upon his backA small boy by the handThe three of them were dressed in ragsAnd thinner than the airAnd all six eyes stared fixedly on me and you
The father's eyes said "Beautiful!How beautiful you are!"The boy's eyes said"How beautiful!She shimmers like a star!"The childs eyes uttered nothingBut a mute and utter joyAnd filled my heart with shame for usAt the way we are
I turned to look at youTo read my thoughts upon your faceAnd gazed so deep into your eyesSo beautiful and strangeUntil you spokeAnd showed me understanding is a dream"I hate these people staringMake them go away from me!"
The fathers eyes said "Beautiful!How beautiful you are!"The boys eyes said"How beautiful! She glitters like a star!"The child's eyes uttered nothingBut a flat? and utter joyAnd stilled my heart with sadnessFor the way we areFor the way we areFor the way we are
And this is why I hate youAnd how I understandThat no-one ever knows or loves another
Or loves another