Thank you.Out of love, you were as pure as a bud.Not pretty, but you smelled so good.And now you are so beautiful, and drunk of wine.Everything you think is big, is so small.He longs so much for you, and so much.He is happy, but he just has to cry.And he cries so much, that you will be big.Far inside, in his thoughts.You are the leaf, and the bud, of his arms.That he feels, because he is gone.Far inside, in his thoughts.You are the leaf, and the bud, of his arms.That he feels, because he is gone.Far inside, in his thoughts.You are the leaf, and the bud, of his arms.He longs so much for you, and so much.He is happy, but he just has to cry.And he cries so much, that you will be big.Far inside, in his thoughts.You are the leaf, and the bud, of his arms.That he feels, because he is gone.Far inside, in his thoughts.