When through the soft dance of the sunburnt grasses The summer is chasing birds' flight to depart And living fields turn to carpets of flowers All shades of violet...
Only here our old days are still living Filled with longings, joy... Filled with hope Stare throughdreams, slowly touch, softly breathe them in Twilight blue paintings of water...
Faint touches... And your words made of clouds A moment... And then months lost in the white Stolen pictures blown away with the late wind... Going silent and deep Red poppies weaken and entwine birds into sleep
Snow turns to drops, and drops turn to blossom And then Endless months burning in greeen At the highest top of the mountains Burning gold, falling leaves
You weep, you yearn... And I stay here - beside you Is it unknown? ... The love that i keep... Embroider with words the precious drop laughter Not too much words ... Afraid of the weight...
And I'd never reach for you trying to hold you Let the wind wipe away the canvas of light In the waves born of tears, falling down softly Pictures fade ... Leaving just puddles to walk through ...