That morning when I wake up And I can´t smell you. That afternoon then I understand That you are all gone.

Empty space in my shelter, Empty space in my brain. I need you like an air That I could think.

My dearest of them all, My addiction of them all, I admit I love you all, Every kind, but with milk most of all.

My first desire in the morning, Is a kiss from you, My dearest of them all, You are my coffee after all.