(Hinkel / Freudenthaler)
There's no picture,
I could paint to tell you what you mean to me
And no poem,
I could write to tell you what you mean to me
You're more than fire
You are more than rain
You're more than love
And you are more than pain
No, no, there's no single word
that could explain
There's no flower,
blooming like the smile in your ethereal eyes
And no scholar,
ever could explain it