Somewhere I remember you As the orange flame upon spring I want to be there The night we have meet I hear the spring in your voice As deep in my longing Longing of a distance I see the spring in your eyes In your tears As in this first April moments You sleep like a soundside august night I held in your promise In your soft, warm arms The august night, smiling Smiling by the hiding places Smiling by the passing travels Your smile is the most beautiful I still remember the 13th rose And I haven't fully criеd I've hardly cried at all