If something was,
That you can withstand
Except the sky above me and million stars, so
I would bring it again and happy at your feet good things like a waterfall.
If something was,
That you can withstand
Except the sky above me and million stars, so
I would bring it again and happy at your feet good things like a waterfall.
You can forget, that's enough, who you're here
Only further either more no longer.
I want to drink of you, throw away clothes
What is to be will happen through my palms like
a pure spring flow, even though you torment your sadness of separation
It'll give in, you are the water, which buoy me up yet.
If something was,
That you can withstand
Except the sky above me and million stars, so
I would bring it again and happy at your feet good things like a waterfall.
I want to drink of you, throw away clothes
What is to be will happen through my palms like
a pure spring flow, even though you torment your sadness of separation
It'll give in, you are the water, which buoy me up yet.