a short and deep sigh is a life
 a dirty page to loose
 the poets smile and say good bye
 of your compassion and currents
 the lovers cry and remember
 the flowers of old spring time
 falling all in the cold sleep
 in the abyss of mystery
 don't cry sweet child
 don't be afraid that pain
 since the deep one
 there's to be end
 the lovers cry and remember
 the flowers of old spring time
 falling all in the cold sleep
 in the abyss of mystery
all in your far way
 marching to the someplace
 the light will turn slowly
 maybe rest whispers
 closed in the darkness
 don't cry sweet child
 don't be afraid that pain
 since the deep one
 there's to be