The flower in my heart
what shall it stand for?
Everyone who once came to know love
knows the pain that hides behind it
Searching for something that doesn´t exist
Thinking highly of what he doesn´t have
Demanding without being prepared to give
How can you think that you know someone
if you don´t know yourself
A hunter without booty
A forest without trees
Tell me what love is
Say, you are searching for the pain
The disease that makes you
hold what you don´t have
Some people call it love
others call it longing
But the disappointment remains