Which of us is mother's little favorite?
Whose hair is of linen and gold?
Which of father's little roses is more important?
On whose shoulder the sky bird sings?
You are my sister
I don't want our rivalry to go on
My heart is breaking.
You are my sister
I don't want us to ever drift apart
Meet me halfway.
O, sister of mine.
Why does fear dwell around us?
The answer might never again be found.
I know some things can't be forgotten
But I'm hoping they can be forgiven.
You are my sister
I don't want our rivalry to go on
My heart is breaking.
You are my sister
I don't want us to ever drift apart
Meet me halfway.
O, sister of mine.
Which of us is dearer to our folks?
Which of us miserable, which inconsolable?
Slowly growing their thorns
Solitary roses on their hair
Linen and gold.
You are my sister
I don't want our rivalry to go on
My heart is breaking.
You are my sister
I don't want us to ever drift apart
Meet me halfway.
Meet me halfway.
My heart is breaking.