Wind in my hair and my eyes towards the sun,
and demands all alert inside my heart.
I trusted my thoughts to the air
and the words, your words, I need them.
The shouted words,
then by the echo repeated, they sing.
I'll die out of love, I'll die for you!
Your smile, the joy, I need them so much,
the words whispered, hushed and then shouted.
Your words for me.
I'll die out of love, I'll die for you.
Hear the wind against the bannisters.
With you near, I spend my nights.
And the words, your words brush against me.
Those words that you know how to tell me.
When I want to leave, they win.
I'll die out of love, I'll die for you!
I close my eyes halfway and your hands caress me.
Those words shouted and they by the echo resent
and which from heaven sing,
'I'll die out of love, I'll die for you!'