I rock and you become flowering
Different in a forest haven to which the light rays no longer penetrate
Even the skin and becomes transparent
And the ways that one day we are together
disappear with the warm air of the dawn
Of course, this silence fell into endless tears
And blood stained the floor
Blood discovered in white sheets
Spun cotton
Spun on geometric figures
Spun on the wonder of your body
And the simplicity of your lips
Lips that would lead anyone to heaven.
When he thought he had conquered the moon
He thought he owned the world
And we opened up the possibility of new worlds
That over the years have been contaminated
From our own waste
From our own conquest
Who are we really?
Who we be?
Beings without beginning or end
We built something called society
Something called tribes
Something as broken
Something called human
Unhappy walking a trail of happiness
Knowing those worlds
Worlds of those we already know
Flying and submerged in the link of life
Best walk and learn from the past
Trying to form a future
In which the world to represent
Attract people like you
And remember that the man never
I get to the moon.
As I would love a summer night
Drawing caresses and kisses while waiting for the dawn
While our bodies are full of passion color
And the soft glow in our eyes we will
becoming more than a pair of lovers
It makes us a work of art
Obsessed with trying to fly
We close our eyes
We flew through the sky of madness
By the heaven of the occult
Thinking ourselves masters of their own nirvana
That crazy
That hidden
That owners
Conscious awareness so that
Our whole world
Enveloped by beautiful memories
Fine strokes
Soft kisses
And a dawn that culminates
With an I love you