oh...how I dream...dream of you
 my past anguish
 fills me with temptation
 so clear the memories
 of our days of youth
 the days [bad word] in April bloom
 wandering with passion
 in our hearts
 the scent of spring we so adored
 spring sun filling souls with anguish
 ...with tender ripeness
 let me roam with the insects
 with passion and kisses
 this dying dream...it fades from me
 between aging roses
 this crimson tear scars me face
 ......sadness......
 it fades from me...this dying dream
 fading...from...me...
 the days of scarlet passion
 the days that stay forever
 in my heart
 forever scarlet passion
 the days of sensual delight