In your eyes appear the mystic roses Of spring Inspiring songs Of approaching summer Many years ago The spring Even the spring Offered black orchids Of strange kind When night falls When doves of night call Haunting me Haunting me We listen to the mist Knowing we rest Knowing we rest Pale No longer burning Wings against the sun Wings against the sun On your lips I sense The silent whisper of love Unspoken words For the singing of summer Many years ago The spring Even the spring Offered black orchids Of strange kind When night falls When doves of night call Haunting me Haunting me We listen to the mist Knowing we rest Knowing we rest Pale No longer burning Wings against the sun Wings against the sun