Yes it's my tears
And my hate sprouts
Such a spring in the soil
Feeding the flame of the life
Yes it's my death
Pleased, walking
Caress by the wind
Dead fall down
Wide and green river
Shining like mirror
Empty as me searching for feed
The soul the spirit
Celestial being enlighten my way
Hiding which death
To be so sweet like that lips
As cold like ice
As pungent like that eyes
so smooth like that hair
so direct like that arrow
Yes it's my death
Pleased, walking
Caress by the wind
Dead fall down
Wide and green river
Shining like mirror
Empty as me searching for feed
The soul the spirit
