All These Mountains

You've wrapped the stars, the moon for me

When the tune became a perfect symphony

So keen you made me give a try

Now all these love songs seem to die

With gleaming eyes you made me see

In what I'd never dared to believe

But then reality appears

And makes you stumble on your own sudden fears

All these mountains, how could it grow so high so fast?

The cold, cold wind has blown sweet dreams into the past

Another time I tried to give my love in vain

Even when you say to take the blame

So please, who can help me ease this pain?

Too poor to make out what it means

And you realise the failure behind the scenes

So many questions and no reply

Tell me, where were those words that could imply

All these mountains, how could it grow so high so fast?

The cold, cold wind has blown sweet dreams into the past

Another time I tried to give my love in vain

Even when you say to take the blame

Who can help me ease this pain?

All these mountains, how could it grow so high so fast?

The cold, cold wind has blown sweet dreams into the past

Another time I tried to give my love in vain

Even when you say to take the blame

Who will give me shelter in the rain?