A heart can take
Before it breaks
Apparition in the snow
A crushed out dream that dies so slow
So stupid we all tend to turn
We all turn
Words they rumble in a rush
Those syllables your soul will crush
But angel choirs sing so sweet!
When we meet
Praise, how sweet!
No boundaries might hold us back
This love, oh love, all rules will lack
May all armed men come after me
Mean death on me
But principessa, do not fear!
Think, now, would I leave you drear?