slowly slowly i will get old
like a day which is passing
in your hugs i will get lost
and will rise up for the first time
the breath and the hands
the words and the bodies
the world's sighings and the smiles
now will happen again
we are slipping and passing
and if here will be something left
its a light we were given to see
inside the life you and me
the years will melt us
and if here will be something left
it will be the light which had days befor to end
only the light
Thank you Kathrin for the translation
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