My soul has two worlds,
West and East,
Two hearts that live and love within a reverse beat.
But my love that stands in the middle,
like a mother goddess with her two children,
that keep crying and mourning in her arms, that one day the shall perish.
I want to be looking in her two eyes,
Looking in her two eyes,
Looking in her two eyes,
In her two eyes
I want to be looking in her two eyes,
Looking in her two eyes,
Looking in her two eyes,
Looking in her two eyes
In her chestnut brown eyes, an open sea
In her embrace the sun,
healing every wound
And plaits from her hair
keeping passers-by, who have rested upon her wheat coloured body and fallen asleep, warm
I want to be looking in her two eyes,
Looking in her two eyes,
Looking in her two eyes,
In her two eyes
I want to be looking in her two eyes,
Looking in her two eyes,
Looking in her two eyes,
Looking in her two eyes