Larihoe

If you want to live in light
First you have to die;
I would like to die with you,
Please, don´t ask me why.

Come with me to secret place,
Aple-trees there bloom;
Wisely choose where will you rest;
Your choice will bear your doom.

If you want to touch the stars,
Your wings have to grow;
I´ll be guiding ray of light
Playing in your brow.

You love better and I love more;
Two angels in affection;
Becoming pain, love burns a cross
Of our ressurection.

Are you sure you want to taste
Sweet fruits from this tree?
I´l try first, and if I die,
My death will set you free.