The smile and laughter
The stream that purifies
The heart changer
The pain and fever
The steam that burns
The mind clatterer
What would I give,
to see your delicate smile and
the movement of the light
when it touches your face.
To kiss your knees,
Pure gold that stands the ground
warm fragments of the sun.
What would I give,
to see your delicate smile and
the movement of the light
when it touches your face.
To kiss your knees,
Pure gold that stands the ground
warm fragments of the sun.
