The quiet street glows under pale winter lamps. Your deep voice hums do-va-doo, do-va-day, Blending with the crunch of snow beneath our feet. We pass houses wrapped in warm yellow light, Each window holding its own small story, While ours remains unwritten but near. You brush snow from your coat, laughing softly. Ba-da-lee, ba-da-low — a rhythm in your breath. I feel a warmth rise that has nothing to do with weather, Just this moment, you and I alone. Almost lovers walking home slow, Hoping the night doesn’t end. Your steps sync with mine as if guided by fate, The town quiet enough to hear our thoughts. Happy New Year — omedetou, my friend. Winter is fun when I’m close to you. Do-va-doo, do-va-day blends with your deep tone, A soft Partido Alto in the frozen air. Maybe someday we’ll call this love. Ba-da-lee… ba-da-low… fading toward your door, Leaving the night shimmering with unsaid words.
