
The miracle,
Which stays,
Is love.
The miracle,
Which sings is love.
The miracle which blossoms,
Is love.
Too much of love,
Many do feel,
But without it nothing can and does exist.
Adios!
The miracle,
Which stays,
Is love.
The miracle,
Which sings is love.
The miracle which blossoms,
Is love.
Too much of love,
Many do feel,
But without it nothing can and does exist.
Adios!