In the green morning - I wanted to be a heart. A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.

(Soul, turn orange-coloured.
Soul,
turn the colour of love.)

In the vived morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.

And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.

Soul,turn orange-colouredSoul,turn the colour of love.