There’s one who always holds you (in life, the other side) Today I saw the other side, and here we find the pots we play on And still we have time, despite of the soul crimes,
I, fall from a different tree, Or will you drive on until you have driven your willfulness My feet are sliding in the white sand And now you’re grabbing me by my head, Sliding in the white sand. There’s one who always holds you (in life, the other side) The pressure your heart is under should be a light, The person who…has tilted you to me. The father of your mother told me… And still we have time, despite of the soul crimes