Near the spring I die of thirst.
The lemon tree stopped giving fruits.
For fresh apples it was late.
I know - I couldn't get away...
Near the spring I die of thirst.
We are all ashes and dust.
I needed your miraculous water.
But there was a selfish dragon.
Near the spring I die of thirst.
I coudn't see your face at first.
I tried six days to survive.
In the sixt night I would die.
The water kissed me very gently,
The water pushed me in the deep directly.
You know the story – boys don't cry...
And then I got into my mind.
This morning I need a cup of coffee…
The dragon knows - I am the trophy.
There was no need to fuel the Evil.
You are my heart, you are my Diva.
