Everything that was beautiful,
Everything that might be ahead of us,
Is already within ourselves,
Is burning in our eyes.
Everything that was beautiful,
Everything that might be ahead of us,
Is already within ourselves,
Is burning in our eyes.
The Flame.
Everything that was beautiful,
Everything that might be ahead of us,
Is already within ourselves,
Is burning in our eyes.
The Flame.
Drunken from desire, a force is awakened,
Spring fever, bursting out from the depth of
My soul.
The trace of a woman's hand is still lingering on my skin,
The hot words of summer is ours to hear.
Everything that was beautiful,
Everything that might be ahead of us,
Is already within ourselves,
Is burning in our eyes.
The Flame.
Everything that was beautiful,
Everything that might be ahead of us,
Is already within ourselves,
Is burning in our eyes.
The Flame.
The wind starts to blow,
No more calls or letters.
My fever is chilled
by the twilight.
One last glimpse of the sun,
The mornings are bringing freezing cold,
But you shouldn't be afraid until you're alive...
We have to wait for the winter,
Oh, we have to wait for the winter,
To cover us with snow,
And never to wake us up again,
From my eternal dream,
From our eternal dream...
Everything that was beautiful,
Everything that might be ahead of us,
Is already within ourselves,
Is burning in our eyes.
The Flame.
Everything that was beautiful,
Everything that might be ahead of us,
Is already within ourselves,
Is burning in our eyes.