My soul is torn like a hero perished in an ancient story,
You and I, Darling drinking poison from the same wine,
May we are in distance but live at the same time.
In the valleys I fled, grew flowers you never seen,
took some seeds prayed that the goddess would hear me.
Beg you and pledge myself to you, mother of barley,
so that you may raise me above the chaff.
My Darling, that is not with me,
I searched for a land where I can keep her in secret with me,
We feed the birds with sprouts of sweet summer fruits, that we grow from our cherry trees.
I draw lines on her coffee kissed skin,
it's something about the sun that embrace her beauty.
We could dance the waltz with the death but if he would take my Darling from me,
I will divide the hell in glory to get my purest love that I own back.
Her hair wild like the summer breeze of the wind,
And clear I can remember, how we ever met, that's something I will never forget.
With my Darling it never gets edgy and dull,
She got me a crazy desire, she got me on fire,
but it doesn't matter to me, as long as we are free and I will get her higher.
