I do not know why the earth trembles when you...
Or why it rains when you make me cry...

In your name and in my pride I'll not long for...
And for the sake of honour not succumb to tempting...

I am one of those that do not sleep,
Instead I sit at my wooden desk awake...

You may see the corpses begin to flower,
And roots take their hold on lost memories...

Non mihi. Non tibi. Sed nobis.
There is no easy way from the earth to the stars...

The brown haired girl gave me a look, the irish...
We searched for paths with tree roofs, and floors...

You are like these flowers
gentle and wonderful...