Washing away tenderness,love, it's a river.
Cutting the soul to pieces,love, it's a knife.
An incessant thirst,love is, they say, but
love is a flower, the flower of life;
you are the seed.
Afraid of being discouraged,your heart never dances.
Afraid of waking up,your dream never takes chances.
Hating to be taken away your heart won't give.
Afraid of dying,you cannot live.
Long night, all alone;
long road, all alone.
Love doesn't come when you think it will;
please remember, though it's buried under the snow in winter,in spring, with the sun's love,the seed blossoms into a flower.