Loves is like climbing mountains,
Hold on firmly, seeking a foothold...

I sit silently and wish to be back and hold you.
thinking about sweet love and a lot to do...

Love in motion and perspective,
in the evening after a working day...

Any day passing without you
Is a day wasted without love...

I am walking without a goal.
There are no fixed points...

Lovely late days
Warm wind is heating us up...

The distinctive tunes
our symphonies...

I weep of joy and sadness
My tears are dripping pain...

The leafs are unfolding now
Your eyelashes has a new twist...

For every teardrop, you should have the feeling...

Don't ask me to explain myself
I can't stand up for my ideals...

Where angels; do dare to fly in dark.
The sky is like summers were there is a lark...