My heart is a castaway of the years, doesn't matter
I'm turning dark from undisguised pride
Not to you, not to me
I'm crying out to our destiny
Find a solution, bring it to me
The solution is a humble prayer
Snow covers my roads
Who fills my arms
Fall down and subside
Rainy morning when it won't get brighter
I was suffering without saying "my love"
What debt brought profit to the soul?
Fall and turn my mountains over
We'll see where the sky is
In which desert am I a rose, doesn't matter
Sometimes I search, sometimes I get lost there