Love is like a wild river
Forcing its way through solid rock
Love is like a knife
Burning inside your heart
It is, and it is bitter
A tempest and a light breeze
To me, it's a rose
To you, a thorny bush
He who never cries and never mourns
Can never know about happiness either
He who only seeks what lasts forever
Is missing the moment
He who never takes, cannot give either
And he who is afraid of dying
For his whole life
Will never start living
If you feel lost
With no way leading out of the night
You start to hate the world
That only makes other people happy
But don't forget, over there on that branch
That almost froze to death in snow
A rose is gonna blossom in spring
As beautiful as never before