Call me whenever you want,
when the sun falls slow in the breeze,
when your soul longs for a laugh,
when the desire to talk doesn't follow.
Don't feel obliged, it's not a requirement,
that love, in its essence, should not be weight.
It is a light song, a dance, a moment,
a flower that opens in the gentle return.
When the wind caresses your voice in the air,
and the silence asks if you long for my song,
call me without fear, without ever a snub,
in the glow of dawn, in the echo of a cry.
Call me whenever you want, in light or shadow,
when longing surges like a wave on the beach.
Remember, my darling, that the bond is not broken,
and that deep love is never a burden that bursts.
