It's for me
that the rose
will turn black;
It's for you
that my heart
will stop too late.
I can't sing
this song, because
you'll be there
behind the stars
amon the birds
into the sky
beyond the night.
Finally, I know
that the time
isn't for us,
and the life
never will end,
but you and me
will meet us,
there, in the eternal
space, too soon
than late.