I often used to think, years before
I knew what you were, love -
Loving means joy and a smokeless fire
On the new carefree road.
What are you, love?
What are you, love?
What are you, love?
What are you, love?
And there, after a while I understood, wiser,
That you are wrath and tears.
No man can ever say without grief
'I loved but it still hurts'.
What are you, love? (Wrath and tears)
What are you, love? (Smokeless fire)
What are you, love? (Wrath and tears)
What are you, love?
What are you, love? (Wrath and tears)
What are you, love?
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