You, carry fresh roses in your soul
I, eternal and overwhelming disappointment
you, the calm of a summer sky
I, the ill-fated sadness of winter
And this is why I watch you in the wilderness
Your eyes make an early illusion
We form a contrast to the night
before the newborn sun of the morning
And this is why I watch you in the wilderness
Your eyes make an early illusion
We form a contrast to the night
before the newborn sun of the morning