I do not know how you love me like this -
The darkness in me makes you a flower.
You love with love, you stroke it with your hand,
And in a moment you return the colors to him.
In raindrops on thirsty rye
Turned his breath when
The flesh kissed with the lips of a man,
Melted his ice in a hot summer.
When did you fall in love with my quiet moan?
You love me mildly.
But even if I'm steep as a hill,
You walk me - then I sing!
I tried to praise you in words,
But my love is only here.
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