BEKLE (EN INGLÉS)
The wing will overflow with nightmares,
The dead of winter will wander in your blood,
Happenings will freeze and stick on your tongue.
Behind you, your hope is worn out,
Itll leave the night in exile.
Mixed with the frightening hundred days,
Waiting is like endless death.
If you wish, the day shall be tomorrow.
Your rose shouldnt stay wild,
Your eyes should keep their love.
Wait, wait for me, wait.
Wait, wait for me, wait, Ill come.
Wait, wait for me, Ill turn back,
While my sun surrounds your skin.
In a peaceful garden, your heaven,
I saw cheerful children.
Their faces were colorful flowers.
My eyes were dazzled.
Wait, wait for me, Ill come,
While my rivers burst among the mountains.
Wait, wait for me, Ill turn back,
While my sun surrounds your skin.
Wait, wait for me, Ill come,
While my rivers burst among the mountains.
Youre in my trust, youre with me, youll see.
I will love you until death.
Wait...