If they tell you that I fell... yes,
kiss my wound of a dove on the fly
'cause I kiss loving your profile
and in your embrace, my person originates
where I lost my heart.
It lives in your eyes searching for warmth.
If they tell you that I fell,
put your mouth always near mine.
Mouth, a balm of oblivion
'cause your laughter is like a somersault
where I lost my heart.
It dreams quietly and it's broken in two.
I'll die for you.
I'll live what remains of myself.
I'll fly... up to a point that breaks down into desire.
Tie me with your immense love to a higher heaven.
Stab your delirium in me while I find courage.
Tie me with your strongest love 'cause I wait for your law.
You feel, touch me and stab yourself in my mind.
Your love is my king.
Mother night, thorn night.
Warm night that lets a Turkish moon be shown.
If you want me, I'll be... yes,
threading my life through your needle
where I lost my heart.
I think it finally fell on your hands.
I'll die for you.
I'll live what remains of myself.
I'll fly... up to a point that breaks down into desire.
Tie me with your immense love to a higher heaven.
Stab your delirium in me while I find courage.
Tie me with your strongest love 'cause I wait for your law.
You feel, touch me and stab yourself in my mind.
Your love is my king.
Can you?
Can I break this silence?
Do you want to? Do I want to?
Slowly I leave.