Why is there such beauty, for no one can see
Amazed by its own light, trapped under her bed
Thinks that the world is full of hopes and miracles
Such lovely words, yet it’s nothing to be proud of
A woman waiting in the dark, calling out to the night
Can someone even hear, where the chime sings from
Inside the arms of a man, taken away up to heaven
The sky isn’t a limit after all, but she is no angel
Oh my love, my darling and my sweet lemonade!
Just take my heart and go away, leave with the pain!
I don’t fear death and no beast can make me runaway
But it is your warmth that makes up for all my day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem