I go through the microscopic
Glass of your cellular skin.
Blind incomplete crossed terrain.
From street corner to street corner I lose you.
From street corner to street corner I lose you.
Put your wet face next to mine
Never take from me that bewitchment of yours.
Oh, my love, make me believe it's all true.
Oh, my love, make jump over the sea.
We are shadows
In lost times.
I want to break the glass
Which fogs up my confused, diffuse body.
I bite human histories
Which have never been understood, have been forgotten
Put your beaten face next to mine.
Never take me to lost temples.
Oh, my love, make me believe it's all true.
Oh, my love, make jump over the sea.
We are shadows
In lost times.
We are shadows
In lost times.