March was cold

The march was cold and i was too
I have never seen anyone so truly as you
He is guarding me like the gatekeeper with care treated his keys
Above my head, so far in clouds i hear spectacular voice of bees

Subside my cruelty, that i fulfilled every day
I dont welcome any tenderness that grows inside of me
But you werent afraid of my demons, were you babe?
Back me in your arms and let -let me
be free