Turn on the light to the lighthouse

You carry around with me, 
you're like the tide, 
between consolation, from my burdens. 
From a distance I hear the laughter, 
I want it with my own ears caress. 
For some echoes the tone that, 
long ago lost 
song brings, spring brooks 
gurgle of the music creates. 

Never has anyone else 
have not kissed my soul 
with such passion, such as the 
you always do. 
Turn on the light lighthouse 
my ideas to get around in the dark 
sea ​​cage. 
My boat is called 
Shipwreck, my thoughts 
chained in a cage. 
When spring arrives, the cage door is opened.