I see a white dove who flies lightly
She has a long crest and she looks so pretty
Delicate but her soft wings
Cause flying in the wind
Oh, I
miss it
Oh,
the first light of dawn
Oh, my life Everything, everything is fine
But there,
the cold winds are near
They're black iron, it's hot as a closet
Black rose, white wings Just flying in the wind
Oh,
I miss it up there
The last gleam of life
Without you,
the disease Everything,
everything will be easy
