Who cooks a meal full-knowing it will rot?
Who paints a painting sealed behind a wall?
Who lays bait for what never can be caught?
Beside the painter, nobody at all
Can know the meaning hidden in the heart
Who paints a painting sealed behind a wall.
Without an audience for all my art,
I'll be the girl I love, and no one else
Can know the meaning hidden in the heart.
If mine shall be the only heart that melts
Then let me be the only one for me,
I'll be the girl I love, and no one else.
If I must work alone, and none will see
The beauty of the labor and the goal
Then let me be the only one for me:
The one who sets the traps within my soul
Who lays bait for what never can be caught,
The beauty of the labor and the goal
Who cooks a meal full-knowing it will rot,
Who paints a painting sealed behind a wall,
Who lays bait for what never can be caught.