to miss is painful
do you know my love?
but still they miss, they miss
the ones who love
helplessly, without being tired
without being bored
they always wait




in the shackles of yearning
although chained hearts
are in the death agony
in the moment when they meet
they're ready to die
fearlessly
those hearts




every single flower
smells yearning
sorrow rains
from the firmament
the sky cries
cries without stopping
the lover cries
the heart is wounded




to dream about meeting
even its fantasy
s a big joy
although it doesn't come true
after this
to love you
is an obligation for me
if they give me 1000 years
to spend with you
cross my heart
it's not enough for this soul
after this to love you
is an obligation for me


who had said that it was a sin?