You play love
Like on a instrument...

One morning different than other
dream of kisses and love...

Writing poems and quotes
Is a very small thing...

In the north lies the lands of myths
Norn's wove our life lines with knots...

Clashed in open air
Above us a yearly turning point...

If your heart would
Then it really could...

United after midnight,
under the snowy skies...

My brain is filled with needles
Wish I had a beadle...

The skies are frozen after the storm
The air is silent after my dreams...

Sensual kindness follows
age and grows vivid it won't...

A great sadness has hold of me,
I stare into the black water...

Now it is summer time in Europe.
They forgot to turn on the heat...