Is the soul really a candle in the wind?
Is it something that can be tortured?
Every time you give it a life,
You are destroying it more
Oh God! What is love for?
I believe it is something permanent
That can be easily deceived
Or hardly conceived.
My life is departing
And my commanded soul is still enduring
Touch my hand
Because I want to know my role in this life,
And what a great devotion would be if you saved me!
Take me,
And let me see the whole white land
Carry me there
To run along the crystal sand,
Where the shooting stars are taking a walk above
Surely stars are images of love!
There you can leave my hand,
There you can let my soul drift near you,
There you can let her fly away
Let her go in peace,
Leave her…. If you please.
