The wisdom of women builds their house (Solomon 14:1)



The road stretches like a ribbon among the fields
When I go to you
The hawthorn shimmers in dark red
The sand in golden sunlight
Wet from dew are already waking up
The roofs covered with wind
The branches of oaks and birches bend
The first morning bird

Where you are, there I am
Far and near
For one of your smiles
I would probably give everything
Where you are, there I am
With you, but without you
And yet I will never
For another
Oh no!

The road is spreading like a ribbon among the fields
When I return from you
The stream is raging, the current is darkening
Two empty banks
The day is already looking towards the evening
Well, a small loss
I can still see your shadow in the distance
I am alone again

Where you are, there I am
Far and near
For one of your smiles
I would probably give everything
Where you are, there I am
With you, but without you
And yet I will never
Exchange you for another
Oh no!

The road is spreading like a ribbon among the fields
When I return from you
The stream is raging, the current is darkening
Two empty banks

Two empty banks

Two empty banks

I am alone again
Where you are, there I am