What's left of you
And left of me
All that was and will ever be
Is yours, is mine, it will keep us free
When the future comes and we're left alone
In my palace of ice and yours of stone
Side by side in paradise
Reflect the glare of jealous eyes
Hand in hand you and I
Will turn the very sands of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem