Dokebibul

I've run all around the world looking for what's my heart's long. And I found myself alone in the end, so far I've gone. And now I know —now I know what I wanted all this time was none but you, only you can rush away my heart's rime. And now the sun is clear say farewell to the winter! Today the fear's gone, today I found my long.

I've been chasin' you around and in the end I have found: What the point of all has been if all I got was a dream?

Under the coat of the night, covered the stars by the rain those eyes turn down their sight, and sliding down the cheek, ¿is that of water a drop or a tear in the street?

The sun awakes, o, so lazy and, o! it's driving me crazy 'cause I've been the whole night awaiting for his sight Why don't you raise higher? Why aren't you brighter? I've been waiting for you to awake o, no! don't take another break.

Ev'ry time I think about you, comes a future in my mind and I see that at my side I don't want anyone but you 'Cause this love that I feel deep inside just makes me want to be at your side and together make a new day bright.                                            And I don't want it to be you and me, just we, I want it to be Ev'ry moment I see your face, I want to give it a chance. Ev'ry time I see your eyes, I feel I can fly through the sky. Ev'ry time I think about you only we, 'cause me alone I want it to be nomore, only we, I want it to be. 'Cause this love that I feel deep inside just makes me want to be at your side and togethe

It was a world new all that yesterday I saw. It was all full of dreams, it was a place where hope here and there, like a rose, grew from the very deep. A world I saw it was, a bright, new hope it wore. It was where grew the dreams, it was where grew the light. O, there was all put right! O, how precious I deem!

Your smell, how could I tell? you smell like clove, honey and rose. A smell I remember well as if yesterday it fell.

Dig, deep, down the hole; whip, crack, feel the slap; the blood poures down your back, down in the goblins' world. Crash, slash, hits the sword, ow! ouch! cries the slave; his blood poures down with pain, down in the goblins' cave.

O, again I got a cold! O, no! I don't want this load! Again, this feeling's too odd, I can only say: behold! O, my head is now a smash 'cause it is full of its clash. O, no! again in its trap! O, no! I can feel its slap!