Spring with a gentle wind arouses me, flowers are intertwined in my hair. A thirst for life is awakening in me, the thirst for love in my eyes is burning. My youth in the summer lives, then I met you, Ray of the sun. For passionate storms my soul yearns, for hope, for love even a grain. Autumn slowly approaches the heavens. Spit in a sad whisper: "The end is here!" Life drips yellow with the leaves, slowly tired eyes close. The winter will come dazzlingly white, will freeze everything stiffly from frost. But love will come back in the spring - death unconscious and with her I will come back to you.