What is life? That's the question we've been asked so many times.
There's no answer for this sentence, Just a present being in presence
With love, in love, for love. Lo-o-ove
And where from comes the tenderness of hugging under snow?
I don't know because it goes just
With love, in love, for love. Lo-o-ove
Why you're so calm? Even if rocks falling in front and behind.
That's nobody's outer fortress, more what your inner core is when you
In love with love for love. Lo-o-ove
And how life ends? Should you drawn into the darkness without end
Or somebody'll put on your chest their warm hands full of
Love, with love, from love. Lo-o-ove