Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying,
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies a seed, that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes a rose
Azt mondják, a szerelem folyó
miben elmerül a gyenge nád
Azt mondják a szerelem penge
A lelked sebzi és jot nem ád
Ha az éj magánya vár rád
És az út régen tart
Úgy hiszed a szerelem csak a szerencséseké
és azé aki végig kitart
Ne feledd,hiába a tél, a fagy, a hó alatt
Ott a mag miből a nap majd tavasszal rozsát fakaszt
