Like being underneath, just before snow flakes all settle That fly up in a final striking display So meticulously that it turns beautiful with respect So your words lie under reality ...
What star made your brilliant eyes, What skies your skin's grain Obliterates the frontiers of illegibility Beneath the sumptuous landscape of the eunuch moon The spawned ocean showers on us
I'll shield your tender eyes from the glare of day I'll kiss the flaring splinter of your heart's deepest hurt Our words deeper than the sea we will be plural breath Our words deeper than our souls we will be supreme space
And as she stands there as untouched As the slowly sinking water From which she daws her vital powers Under the ivy of Ithamar
I'll crown your head with a diadem of flowers I'll unravel the braids of your hair as life My hands like the rainbow with its arms around us My fingers I will lay on your raving lips
Eyes full of the sun's golden dregs Our chalices filled with dewdrops by the moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
