Hello,my darling, hello, my pain.
You see me weary, you see me slain,
the last, the oldest, the furthest star.
Hello, my darling, I know you are
the wave that crashes, that never stops
to wash me off with its tear drops.
You are the strongest, the fiercest wind.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
If you were given, it's hard to lose,
and once you did it you're up to choose
the place you end up, the place you start
to breath in sunrise deep down your heart.
But still it's painful to know inside:
the past has vanished. The past has died.