More than the others
Dewy morning, gilded by sun
Who would I show it to
My secret triumphs, cut of the griefs
Who is worth of it all
Who awaits me in the shadows of the trees
Can I foresee (his/her) features already
Can you feel the one of your own from a group of the others?
To recognise from thousands
Shall (he/she) still walk towards, shall (he/she) arrive
From where I understand it brightly*
Through a rapidly foaming one life
(S)he** is more to me than the others
(S)he is more to me than the others
Matches the steps to the paths together
And the road flattens on its' turn***
Getting my joy only from his joy
And my strenght from his strenghts
The brightness of the days and the fights
Who can I walk them through with?
Can you feel the one of your own from a group of the others?
To recognise from thousands
Shall (he) still walk towards, shall (he) arrive
From where I understand it brightly
Through a rapidly foaming one life
(S)he is more to me than the others
(S)he is more to me than the others
Shall (he) still walk towards, shall (he) arrive
From where I understand it brightly
Through a rapidly foaming one life
(S)he is more to me than the others
(S)he is more to me than the others