Everything, all the tenderness you will give me
If I offer to be
Part of your body
And now as you caress me you will give me
The mirrors that are
In you the day of the soul
Meanwhile I hear trilling voices
I hear more, its them
Those gods who were listening to us
I’m not tied to any dream now
The rumors of the world
They can’t trap us
Everything, all the tenderness you will give me
If I offer to be
Part of your body
I’m not tied to any dream now
The rumors of the world
They can’t trap us