The Immortals
You are a name that I would want for my... Mistress
You are a name that a lovegame need.. to,,, know
But they will live what is a rose ..season
A lap of time of what i can't say
Will never.. be named... immortals
Will ever be just.... . a bonfire
But you'll never know at the night of your life
When old love over old love, where we cradle
The heart worn but softer than ever
Weak to the eyes.. weak to the wind
Knowing life on its last spring
Poor immortals
And more grows my song, the more I feel
What dies has more weight and importance
I love life, my sweetheart, my own way
I love love and the spring
As I would like, this evening, that my song
Slowly ends and die tenderly
But you are a name I would want for my mistress...