On "what is love" we can debate so long
But never come to one opinion at the end.
You may say that it"s beauty song
But I return: "Oh no, it"s silly, friend!"

And start describe what it truly is:
Delusion, pain, wait and loneliness at the end!
But you, my friend, of course, insist:
It"s flight of souls and union of them...
And every time I"m amazed by how strongly you believe in this
And by the fact that your head is in the clouds very deep!..

My dear friend, I"m so afraid of lot prepared to yourself:
You hardly ever meet the one who feel the same as you are...

On "what is love" we can debate so long
And never come to one opinion at the end.
You may insist that love is nice and I that it is wrong,
But neither you nor I will ever know who"s really right. 

January 11, 2005