It is said very often that,
there can never be a mix of fire and water,
shown it to lie have I listen,
to be with you this strong ecstasy,
Beyond all equations,
And ignorant of,
any chemical or physical process.
Every time in the dilemma f false conceit,
I am burnt like snow,
Every time my coolness,
It is touching the ego,
See more to cool heat,
I do not fly as steam.
from ages I have been flowing to become a river,
And when i get up from the granule of your anger,
So often someone burst hot water,
Of our feelings conflict from the origin,
some measures of myself I loose,
Let me offer sacrifice and a little self -respect,
A little tolerance
I change in hot splashes,
some parts of my surface,
But always flows in my inner river of gaiety.
the celebration of every union is celebrated,
Dancing on the vowel of the slander,
Ever i wake up,
In the pride of masculinity,
So I change my existence in Lava,
Because of change is the condition.
Of our relationship,
But I flow again with double speed,
Forgeting every heat, I experience
This union of fire and water,
It is not so difficult either...
