sea | A great flier, a stormy owl | slips from the almond tree | Blacker the flowers, love, you hold | than the black birds on the sea | Have you no brighter
Dreams | could be suffering | but time | it will change the dreams | Waiting for a long time | they'll die Dreams could be thoughts | that sink | in
you once left behind When trying | feeling so burnt | you will hide | the leaving "be kind" A new feeling now starts | and new flames to burn | what you left behind
head When it comes with you to the hill that will die | rainy days will become | When you will laugh so far today | will you go away? When it comes with you
? | It?s too much, | long distance comes and belongs | to broken parts of a cold star. How we pack | the frozen rain, | the silent fights | we left behind