She used to say that I'm not able just to dream with her
She used to lower her eyes when I wanted to hold her hand
She used to say that I should love her by my soul
And I - though it's not fit - I have to laugh at her
As far as I know, soul is said to be less than a shade
It's been written that soul is more bitter than nightshade
In soul there is a grief - waiting for what it doesn't know
A heart is adjoined with soul - and it can hear her cry
Just a cry - just a cry - just a cry - just a cry
Just a cry - just a cry - just a cry - just a cry