Your summer breathes aloud Your prayer was overheard Your love letters were full of severe words The language of dreams The offerings of your shrine Am I what you seem? Well, just pour the wine.
I bring back to you Only the things I owe I built a pure white castle For you to grow The clothes you wore You dropped them one by one The duty of lovers Has now begun A mouth drawn to a mouth And I don't ask when I ended up as your lover Wrapped inside your skin I enter the labyrinth Of moonlit skin I've worn out my heart That you now live inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
