The blood I shed before you,
Is from a wish long overdue.
But worthy it is, I shall cry, over and over again,
For you are my sunshine and rain;
The entire world you are to me.
Very special, you are, indeed!

It is with this blood and heart I dream,
Of the most foolish things, it seems.
Yet the word foolish, is it really,
For it seems quite sensible me;
From the blood of my heart,
Quite special, you are, indeed!