Mallo Weed کے بول

So warm and sweet the summerwind is rustling through the leaves the taste of honey on his lips he banished our griefs. The branches of the willowtree are guarding our sleep so silently the night did fall on our mallow weed. In autumn as the feathers fell, we left the world of man, enshrined in gold eternally, that spoke the winter´s ban. As we soaked each other´s breath from our hungry lips, we sealed the oath - a star we touched - with our fingertips. The horns of the hunting - silenced by nightfall no one will ever tear us apart frozen in slumber - burnt by the sunset revel in love for eternity. No snow, no rain, no autumn leaves will moisten our lair a scent of roses I did spread upon her fragrant hair. And we laid our head arest tired of breathing above deeper into the linnen sheet that covers our love.