I was dead, then alive.Weeping, then laughing.The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star.

You try to be faithfulAnd sometimes you're cruel.You are mine. Then, you leave.Without you, I can't cope.And when you take the lead,I become your footstep.Your absence leaves a void.Without you, I can't cope.You have disturbed my sleep,You have wrecked my image.You have set me apart.Without you, I can't cope.

Oh soul,you worry too much.You have seen your own strength.You have seen your own beauty.You have seen your golden wings.Of anything less,why do you worry?You are in truththe soul, of the soul, of the soul.

At night, I open the windowand ask the moon to comeand press its face against mine.Breathe into me.Close the language-doorand open the love-window.The moon won't use the door,only the window.

The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.

Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound.Are you coming?

For without you, I swear, the townHas become like a prison to me.Distraction and the mountainAnd the desert, all I desire.

Oh sky, without me, do not change,Oh moon, without me, do not shine;Oh earth, without me, do not grow,Oh time, without me, do not go....Oh, you cannot go, without me.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower.So the nightbirds will start singing.