Asleep on my door,
I was hoping for the hope.
Hope - she is already old,
the lonely hope of the flight.
Hope does not get lost in loneliness,
you often gossip it with your dream
and as a herb against death,
not expecting any reward.
Carrying it with an unknown buddy,
but the truth of the world is in her mind.
She does not love the word - now -
fate entrusts to dawn.
Goodbye and Kisses ...