Where is my fault,
and my trouble,
that years are flowing like water?
It's not about that trouble,
and not in that mystery,
I met you,
young one.
Is it a dream,
or a smile,
on your lips?
And I love you,
and I won't love sin.
Is it a dream,
or a smile,
on your lips?
And I love you, and I won't love sin.
What
should we do?
How should we act?
Don't ask me,
I don't know myself.
Let
it be what it is,
and the prison and the madness,
And forget you,
I have no strength.
Is it a dream,
or a smile,
on your lips?
And I love you,
and I won't love sin.
Is it a dream, or a smile,
on your lips?
And I love you,
and I won't love sin.
Is it a dream,
or a smile,
on your lips?
And I love you,
and I won't love sin.
