While dancing by the flower with the wind around
And the sun over my head,
I can protect you from a cold,
You, the charming flower,
I can protect you and live with you
You are the last, you are the last one I know
I'm thinking of the words of curse,
Which has surrounded me by the magic power
I'm invisible, but the virgin heart can see me
I'm thinking of the words and I'm crying
There are no unspoiled hearts any more,
There is only gloom and cold - death and ice
And then me - why me?
Where can I find the strength to fight,
Where can I search for it?