and
When you fall in my memory
When the mountains open,
when the water falls from the valley
My soul plays in your body,
when you fall in my memory
I'm a lover of the stone, a lover of the stone
I'm afraid if you don't come,
my eyes will be old
I'm a lover of the stone,
a lover of the stone
I'm afraid if you don't come,
my eyes will be old
The dust on my ear,
the roses on top
Take your handkerchief,
if I take it, it will be a promise
Take your handkerchief,
if I take it, it will be a promise
I'm a lover of the stone, a lover of the stone
I'm afraid if you don't come,
my eyes will be old
I'm afraid if you don't come,
my eyes will be old
I will
call the rose from me, the rose from me
Don't let me down,
my boatman,
a sweet tongue from me
I will call the rose from me, the rose from me
Don't let me down,
my boatman,
a sweet tongue from me
I'm a lover of the stone,
a lover of the stone I'm afraid if you don't come,
my eyes will be old
I'm a lover of the stone,
a lover of the stone I'm afraid if you don't come,
my eyes will be old
I'm a lover of the stone,
a lover of the stone I'm afraid if you don't come,
my eyes will be old
I'm a lover of the stone,
a lover of the stone I'm afraid if you don't come,
my eyes will be old