next to me is warm,
December's song,
walking on thin air,
I push the wheel one more time,
pushed it to the extreme,
feel the rhythm,
clapping like an ancient instrument,
girl and boy kissing,
time collides in another time,
we were younger,
much younger,
like rolling stones
on today's show.

feel alive in my arms,
I tell you,
you're not dead,
just the wind scares you a little,
too much freedom in your veins,
too much passion in your eyes,
burning inside a human skin,
feel alive inside my mind,
music is the best aphrodisiac,
scents coming from afar,
you're so gone off.

and so you lay next to me,
breathing like an Indian on battlefield,
asleep like a child,
drowned in sorrow and tears,
choirs falling in midnight's doom,
you should have some wine,
we should ride to the mountains,
we should dream always,
not afraid of death walking near us.