When she flows
(don’t try to catch a river)
no one will ever catch her
when love goes
(don’t try to catch your lover)
for love is a kind of river
river flows over rocks and walls
and I’d like to know why
she seems to be far away from the sky.
When she flows
(don’t try to catch a river)
no one will ever catch her
when love goes
(don’t try to catch your lover)
for love is a kind of river.
Lovers leave their girls at sunrise
and I’d like to know why
they seem to be so ashamed of the size,
Don’t you try, don’t you try
don’t you try, don’t you try
river, river, river
When she flows
(don’t try to catch a river)
no one will ever catch her
when love goes
(don’t try to catch your lover)
for love is a kind of river.
River carries along dead leaves
and I’d like to know why
why don’t lovers bring along wounded hearts.
River, river, river…