[Verse 1] At the orchard gate today Was that tomorrow? Istenem make a fire Kiss your heart Risha, Arabic for feather
[Chorus 1] In this way, my love Whispers to me Warm, beloved and still This way, my love Come to me In a language of two hands In this a strange poetry
She is turning, turning in From all the temples of old From all the holds In which it's stowed
[Verse 2] Turning into gold In his way through A sacred dimension Not by might, not by power, by his spirit His loving intention His loving intention
[Chorus 2] In this way, my love Whispers to me Warm, beloved and still In this way, my love Come to me In a language of two hands This a strange poetry
[Verse 3] See the golden chariot wheel It pitches down Down to the bottom of the Red Sea deep I see the end now entertaining thoughts of sleep
[Chorus 3] In this way, my love Whispers to me Warm, beloved and still In this way, my love Come to me
[Bridge] She is turning, she is turning in In a language of two hands She is turning in, she is turning Turning into old
[Instrumental outro]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.