View to your castle
Frozen kiss on the window left for you.
Cherry leaves dance in the winter breeze.
It reminds me of the hair in my hands in passion storm.
The reflection of the snowflake in the blue of your eye
Hides the sacred geometry of past lives
*
Lost in the fog
I walk down the hill, crawling.
I recognized our former street.
A little further away,
a plateau where an angel awaits souls.
I give mine to you,
O queen of shamans.
*
I humbly kneel and wait for the touch of your hands.
Put all the holy grasses on my body
Press them firmly with your divine breasts
Take my life with a gentle kiss.
Only you can open my book.
It was sealed with seven stamps of silence.
*
By your heart, you have been listening to my whole life.
I'm listening to yours.
You will release me and wake me on the sand. I know that.
On the shores of southern seas.
We will be leaning against the bread tree
Wake up, baby! - you will say
You owe me a thousand kisses - my love.
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