Where would I be know if I didn't know the feeling of love?
Blessed are you in my eyes for helping me let go of the sorrow in which I had been for so long.
Who could have known that love set’s you free? Who could have know that loves takes you hostage?
The fact is I couldn't have been where I stand: with love for you, (and love for the sand)...
You showed me your way...made me obtain laughter and smile, love and desire, death and the Nile...
But now when you misled me to the desert can I find the oasis of green and be stiff again?
Maybe I could maybe I shan't, but I have a feeling that if I'd succeed the priceless progress would last very short now being so sensible and all...
Love baptism is my heart suffering now, the pain of not feeling is suppressing it, and you can hear its requiem...