As the waves wash over the shore
I think of you,
And in your greatest prime
You are a rose that grows upon a hill;
I love you so much
My tears wash over my face
And you are beautiful like the sun
That emerges from the east;
Does not my love grow upon a hill
With this instant rose?
So instantly I wonder
Where I\'ll be...
Your face is as beautiful as the east
For I rise above you
And give you strength;
Where am I upon a heaven
That is great?
For I live through you
And you live through me,
Please give me your tears
And we can make a river together;
We shall make it very far
In the end.