That lonesome flower that bloom in deep cliffs,
Whose thorn is poisonous
Would it be a crime to smell and kiss you once?
If only I was a storm and broke your thorn
If only I touched your flower with my heart
Why (do you have) that obstinacy, that rough gaze into my eyes
Give up, and let yourself into my heaven.
You are a different climate but does it matter
I am in desperately in love with you
I've faded and done with the yearning of you
You are a very different climate
The harsh cold is proudly in love
I'm sorching and burning, why...