Your kiss was like a springflower
just blooming to life
in the april shower
on the edge of a knife
Passion was its word
colouring the ground
the love was all I heard
the love that I had found
It was like a raindrop on the deserts sand
a burning heat in a tear
almost like the touch of your hand
and the whispers you gave in my ear
Like the first sigth a blind man can see
the sunshine on a rainy day
the bird in a cage set to be free
like the forbidden word that no one would say
Like the mysterium solved
taste of the sweetest wine
like when the planets revolved
the heat when your lips touched mine
Your kiss was like a thruth whisper in lies
and the flowers in my midsummer garland
the beauty of clearblue eyes
among the enemies a friend
Your kiss was like the waterfall
lead the river to the sea
the freedom the captured want most of all
and the deep wound it left deep inside of me
It was like the dreams in goodnigth land
a breeze through the birches leafes
the gold in grains of sand
The truth the evil man deceives
Your kiss was like a story untold
and the angels song
a thougth so nice to hold
like a rainbow when the sun and rain came along
The echo in a magic voice
like the sound of my piano
a warrior without a choice
and the free bird left to be so
It was like flying in the sky
as a flower being touched by morning dew
living forever without a wish to die
tasting the truth inside of you
It was like being the jewel of a kings crown
and the gold in the new found mine
like being under water and never drown
smelling like a rose so fine
Your kiss was an endless wish to live
a ligth in the dark
like a happiness for the sorrow to give
and a dance in the summer park
I felt it like a summer rain
and a roller coaster ride
like the blood in my vein
pumping to the other side
Like the beauty that it was
falling down from the skies
the wind that touched us
I felt it in your eyes
Like a river that I drowned in
like the heart that I beat for
the last blow of a wind¨
a kiss I wont feel no more
Your kiss was like a spring flower
just blooming to life
in the april shower
on the edge of a knife