The mountains have woken
to the river.
If it runs into the rock
there will be sparkling tears.
It will become a crystal. ¦
pulled me closer and closer.
I tried to call the love
that rose from slumber yesterday.
He tells me about a strange land
for us alone.
They grow roses on white sand
and hope for a better world.
laughed, she looked into her eyes black with tears.
I reached for the sky
and the moon tried to reach.
He is considered a fool
who opens his soul.
If he cannot lie
what will become of him.
Under the hell will be crushed
like the small leaves.
We fear his heart
and his eyes blue.

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