Weaved in spring winds

Love is a dress that you made
long to hide your knees
love to say this to your face,
"I'll love you only"
for your days and excitement,
what will you keep for to wear?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?

Love and some verses you hear
say what you can't say
love to say this in your ear,
"I'll love you that way"
from your changing contentments,
what will you choose for to share?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?

Iron & wine - Love & some verses

Qui sap? Quan el temps ha de deixar d'existir per força (fer càlculs és massa dolorós), on se'n va l'energia? On importa la veritat? L'esperança és capriciosa, com un vi novell pres en una nit de primavera.