shoulder by shoulder,
Knee by knee,
walking on this ground,
like we are free
snow is falling,
your name is calling
from the papers of my notes,
from this injured throat
to come with me, the one who made me free
from this cruel ground, from this wicked sky
to the tree of life, on the ground of time
under the cloudy sky,
tie my hands to yours
without jealousy and cold
lets sit together under the shade of this tree
and read the poems, which does not have meaning
but they have feeling
it is gonna rain once again, out there on the grassy ground
the warm rain will come,
to celebrate the moments of love
now repeat after me, those three magic words
those three outdated words
those forgotten
which will start with "I" and it will end by "you"
in the end,
remember that, you are not my the first
but you will be the last,
only You, You, You
