Love is like wild water
That forces its way between cliffs
love is like a knife
which burns in your heart
it is sweet and bitter
A heavy gale and a breath
for me it is a rose
for you a thornbush
Who never cries and never mourns
doesnt know anything of happiness
who only seeks what lasts forever
misses the moment
Who never takes, isn't also able to give
Who is afraid of dying for a lifetime never starts to live
When you think you are abandoned
And there's no way out of the night
You start to hate the world
That only makes others happy
but don't forget, by this branch there
which nearly has frozen to death
blooms in spring a rose
beautiful as never before