Tomorrow, spring, longing were words we never used.
We entered the morning, the season of light,
Foreigners to what we saw.
All we had to hope for was that also this day will end. Only that
Tomorrow, spring, longing were words we never used.
We entered the morning, the season of light,
Foreigners to what we saw.
All we had to hope for was that also this day will end. Only that