My love become a cliff which calls me...
I would not run away...
I would not be hidden , time save us since the beginning, from the end...
Who told that it is end, it would not work, it would hurt....
Dont tell me...
I would not get it...
While there is love on your words, in your dreams, like reborn with your breathe, being reproduced with your love...
Dont ask...
I would not stop...
Who told that it is end, it would not work, it would hurt....
Dont tell me...
I would not get it...
Grow me up, in your eyes, on your hands, you became voice for my words again, your power is hidden my inside...
They beat me...
I would not cry...
On my way with you whether spring or black frost...
Let the all people hear my voice, let them stand against me, let them chase up me