If you want me to be meek and humble,
create a world of boredom and sorrow for me.
I will remain colourless and unharmed...
Cooled down. And you will regret.


And do you want me a spring element?
Call for a rain, call for a storm.
I will merge with them. I will find you,
and I will give you a fiery kiss.


Or maybe you always want me
next to you in all colours.
Smiling and crying, wounded,
but strong as a ship's rope.


And in an instant, from thunder and rage,
turning into a delicate fragrance---
elusive and daring and dangerous,
and yours...But often as a stranger.


If you want me, you have to be strong.
The strongest of all men.
May I hide in your hands,
to be a woman, and a mother... and of course a child!


In your days, to make them colourful,
sometimes grey, forgive me for my mistakes.
With me you will hardly reach Heaven...
But please don't stop walking, right or wrong!