[bad word] through woods, lakes, rivers and mist
taste the gentle smell of burning leaves
feel the touch of autumn wind
hear [bad word] of old trees

take off your turquoise dress
sit on my neck
we'll swim through the shore on the wave's crest

the strings cut my fingers
as the melody breaks our walls
you'll hear my feelings

hold on tight
the time will never be a friend
if you are mine

put your hands on my face
there's no need to see
if you are with me

look in my eyes
the place where i hide
all the sorrow and solitude

and under your wings
the cold red leaves
we'll dance in the night

hold on tight
the time will never be a friend
if you are mine

put your hands on my face
there's no need to see
if you are with me [bad word] through woods, lakes, rivers and mist