There's bright light of a blind star at the end of the tunnel,
the soles will leave their traces on the dry foliage.
There's pulse still beating beneath my skin, I have to live.
Perhaps, I'll never return, perhaps, I'll stay with you.
I'll stay being ashes on your lips,
I'll stay being flames in your eyes,
being breath of wind in your hands...
I'll stay being snow on your cheek,
I'll stay being distant light,
I'll stay being light for you.
There's bright light at the end of the tunnel and I'm walking.
I'm walking on the burnt grass, on the thin ice.
Don't cry, I'm not afraid of pain, there's no pain out there.
Perhaps, I'll never return, perhaps, I'll stay with you.
I'll stay being ashes on your lips,
I'll stay being flames in your eyes,
being breath of wind in your hands...
I'll stay being snow on your cheek,
I'll stay being distant light,
I'll stay being light for you.
I'll stay being ashes on your lips,
I'll stay being flames in your eyes,
being breath of wind in your hands...
I'll stay being snow on your cheek,
I'll stay being distant light,
I'll stay being light for you.