My love, my misty dream,
Can you wait till the spring
Gift us fields of soft winds and the glow,
Like you never used to do before.
Can you wait me till the doubts
Stay in place where winter stops
Covered by dirty nasty snow
Think just for a while and let me know.

I’m flying through the clouds
Where you can disappear,
I [bad word] the mountain
Of height that’s not for me
I’m wondering if time will set it free.

My love, my misty dream,
Can you wait me till the means
To your heart haven’t changed
Like the nature does when spring appears.
Can you wait me for this time
When our bodies used to lie
To our souls and you always try to keep
Distance from your being to the real.

I’m wading through the mud
To make my only way,
I’m elbowing the crowd
That every day you see,
I’m wondering if time will set it free.

(Outro (harmonica))