I know that dreams are light birds in the air,
And that buildings are children of rocks.
I'll open doors and become thousand-faced,
Face in every window is locked.
Just a couple of steps were between us, but until present day,
I knew nothing about the fire and that you're made of fire,
You were all made of fire.
Let a few steps remain between us,
Between what it is and what I wanted to gain.
Let a few minutes linger until
Autumn rains begin dropping their tears in pain.
Even if I lack words,
If it's something I can't figure out.
Grant me piece of your flame if you are made of fire.
If you are made of fire.