A rolling of thunder Wolves scolding each other as The roses take cover In the black of the night Passions extinguish
In short, whispered sentences Banished from memories Is the thought of yesterday Now I look past my shoulder For the face of my mother Did I see her smiling Or was it all a dream? No, I seem to recall The perfume of roses Today they’re all hiding The dewdrops are frozen
The wolf is sending messages Sweet perfume of love Just under our noses I won’t hold my horses Just leave what´s above Sweet labor of love Just surrender to the other