Will you love me still then,
When the night presses my heart?
It tells all the lights to turn off,
And quietly demands me to fall silent with it.
Will you love me still then,
when my leaves have already fallen?
When my hair is grey and faded?
I've seen the spring already, after that I am
Three other seasons,
Three other seasons,
The others.
In our world
The light gives birth to the darkness.
And ugliness is the sister of beauty,
Spring is just one, after that there are
Three other seasons, (3x)
Three others.
Three other seasons,
Three others.