The flower in my heart what shall it stand for? Everyone who once came to know love knows the pain that hides behind it Searching for something that doesn´t exist Thinking highly of what he doesn´t have Demanding without being prepared to give How can you think that you know someone if you don´t know yourself A hunter without booty A forest without trees Tell me what love is Say, you are searching for the pain The disease that makes you hold what you don´t have Some people call it love others call it longing But the disappointment remains