so soft pink the sky was he had his hand in my knee this evening nothing could fall down on me and him we did everything so slow on the radio a choir was singing prayers and hope and now was the time the gentle snow was slowly dying on the ground we dig deep in the soil and in the smell of the earth white world i wonder about you you increase like i do devoted i am a soon grown up woman with a young blooded man and many colours within and many colours within and many colours within and many colours within so let us not talk about the past the descending voices when we dare to fall in each others arms there is nothing to say about history