One day
I saw the man
a stranger
in my mirror
He called out to me
hey, dude! hey, dude!
Listen!
early morning
i saw the girl
you know her, yep
She is a Black Spring
She was so young, man
and She told me she is sexteen
again
(ah!)
The Black Spring
Who is she?
Well, I did't know then
I only saw her footprints
sometimes
but each step i followed her
only confused me more and more
i felt how droplets of black flocked under my skin
i knew that droplets of black spring are under my skin
mm-mmm-mmmm-m-mmmm-mm-mmmmm-mm-mmmmmmm
The Black Spring is sixteen again
oh!
The Black Spring is sixteen again
The Black Spring is sixteen again!
The Black Spring is sixteen again!
The Black Spring is sixteen again!
The Black Spring is sixteen again!
I realized who she was
When i saw rusted ships
in the cold seas
I found her when i saw
how butterflies danced
in the rays
of the setting sun
I met her there
where the roses bloom
among the ashes
I talked with her
When the fresh blood is
mixed with the dust
mm-mmm-mmmm-m-mmmm-mm-mmmmm-mm-mmmmmmm
The Black Spring is sixteen again
oh!
The Black Spring is sixteen again
The Black Spring is always sixteen!
The Black Spring is always sixteen!
She is not black, but there is no other word to name her...
