Born in spring, gone in spring, the boy with April in his eyes…
There was a time when sun could warm me,
when spring breezes could bring me smiles,
there was a time when there were colors,
and life could have its beautiful lies…
Now I’m walking just on ashes,
and all I see is dark,
the light, the colors, the smells are gone,
in the sky I can find no spark…
I loved the green shades in your eyes,
loved the naughty curls of your hair,
loved the warmth of your kind hand,
holding my little hand when we walked away
Since I can recall you’ve been my North Star,
showing me, telling me the way to go.
Now I’m lost in this aimless world,
wondering where the days flow…
You taught me how to hold the pencil,
now how can I dare to draw?
Every single stroke brings a memory
the papers away I want to throw…
I shed all the tears in the world,
but what can bring you back?
When can I see your face again,
when there will be a simple track?
As far as my lungs can breathe,
my heart will burn and ache,
until the day that you’ll come back
your lil sister’s hand you’ll take…