In your eyes appear the mystic roses   Of spring   Inspiring songs   Of approaching summer      Many years ago   The spring   Even the spring   Offered black orchids   Of strange kind      When night falls    When doves of night call   Haunting me   Haunting me      We listen to the mist   Knowing we rest   Knowing we rest   Pale   No longer burning   Wings against the sun   Wings against the sun      On your lips I sense    The silent whisper of love   Unspoken words   For the singing of summer      Many years ago   The spring   Even the spring   Offered black orchids   Of strange kind      When night falls   When doves of night call   Haunting me   Haunting me      We listen to the mist   Knowing we rest   Knowing we rest   Pale   No longer burning   Wings against the sun   Wings against the sun