the
law
clol
invitation
kincarl
the
law
witnesses
which
The moon from the heights of the sky
Drops
her silence on the cross
And plays for
us a waltz with an orchestra in the distance
How good is your hand in my hand
We will never part with you
And now believe me, my dear,
believe me
And though our hearts are burned by love again
It
waves
and spreads its blood
With love,
with love everything is full around
And my heart beats so fast in my chest
As if it wants to break free and leave