My soul has two worlds,
west and east.
Two hearts who live and love
inside a backwards beat.
However, the love that stands in the middle,
like a mother goddess with her two children
who cry in desperation all the time in her hug
that one day they will be lost.
I want to look inside the two eyes of her,
look inside the two eyes of her,
look inside the two eyes of her,
inside her eyes,
look inside the two eyes of her.
Inside her brown eyes,
{there's} an open sea.
Inside her hug, {there's} the Sun
healng every wound.
And {there are} curved plaits in her hair
warming up every forder
who has stopped by her wheat body
and has fallen asleep on.
I want to look inside the two eyes of her,
look inside the two eyes of her,
look inside the two eyes of her,
inside her eyes,
look inside the two eyes of her.