Words don't come easy, it's difficult to analyse. The last leaf of the tree sheds, Misery surrounds her eyes. It's autumn what I see, and she thinks its' drought. I tell her to wait, wait for the spring, While she thinks destiny has left not a thing. Sons of sadness are ruling her mind, Her heart is cut by destiny and turned her blind. The knight is fighting a battle for her in the dry sands. While the prince awaits in some distant land. Wait for the arms of time are going to turn around. Soon the misery shall be crushed into ground. Let thy soul be free, dust your eyes and see, For who has won the fight against the mighty destiny.