Oh, a taste, a taste of.... strawberry and lemon
you taste like raw honey marmalade today.
A taste, a taste of red peach's
the taste of your skin when I kiss you, without knowing
that I talk of my sweet dreams
which I distribute on each part of your body.
Eh, eh, without knowing that it is a snare trap
each corner, each line is a poem.
Oh, a taste, a taste of cinnamon blossom,
you taste like fresh spearmint today.
Don't tell me no,
because I am like strong ivy
and I grow, and I climb through the stones, without knowing
that I grow more entangled in your crazy kisses
which make me float through the universe.
Eh, eh, drops of elixir from an almond-tree
that blossoms at every step of the winter.
Without knowing that it is a snare trap
each corner, each line is a poem.