Quiet touch. Believe me – it's not me.
Feel mine when your lips touch mine.
And this wind, running from afar
It is all you, fate, love.
From the arms around the head,
Barely gently caresses your tired body.
You don't know if you're dead or alive.,
Or to wave a little fainted.
To touch for a moment you all been,
And the soul trembled from it.
You in this moment as if in Paradise lived,
I didn't want to break out of it.
Swim in it, do not drive,
Let the soul a little more work
Ask, even more will come in dreams,
Your body will tickle gently.