Those above

Clouds above as desert sands

Touching heart with ice cold hands,

Whispering: „There‘s no true love,

It is as dead as the white dove. „

Dead, and eaten by earth worms,

Scattered as the social norms...

Social norms of those above,

Whispering: „There‘s no true love“.

Those above as desert sands

Reaching out with empty hands...

Reaching out for corpse of dove,

Whispering: „there‘s no true love“.