When I wake up in the morningIf I saw you before my eyesThe pillow would fill with pearlsInstead of a spring of tears,If only just once moreI could sleep in your armsI would not wishTo ever wake up again
I regret that I did not pourMy sorrow into loveWhy I did not mixThe poison with honey,Why I kept them so bitterDeep inside my breastAnd pushed you awayFurther and further
And I hate you for watchingOur valley in silenceFrom the rain of my tearsAs the mushrooms sproutedThe rose petalsAs I scattered them in a stormAnd scorched the grassWith my burning sighs
