She showed him the flying morning.
He gave her all the world.
Now his eyes are begging:
"Please, return the love!"

She was the hope among the darkness,
one illusion, pain and dream.
Now, so tired, he still whispers:
"Please, remember our love!"

She always builds and then destroyes.
She is a way to life and death,
but his soul bleeds in agony:
"Please, don't kill, don't kill the love!".