My soul has two worlds
west and east
two hearts that live and love
in a reversed beat.
But love stands in the middle
like a goddess mother with her two children
they are always crying and mourning inside her hug
that they will be lost one day.
I want to look inside her two eyes
to look inside her two eyes
to look inside her two eyes
inside her eyes
to look inside her eyes.
Inside her brown eyes
an open sea
inside her hug is the sun
curing every scar.
And braids from her hair
warm up every passer
who's resting on her wheat body
and has fallen asleep.
I want to look inside her two eyes
to look inside her two eyes
to look inside her two eyes
inside her eyes
to look inside her eyes.