The seconds of night are still dropping,
The minutes of day fades in Sky,
And maybe you never will call me,
But hope is drawing thin line
Your Sky got the green with my Summer,
My Sky got the salt with my tears,
Ask me, have I moments without
The color of you... no, my dear
I'd kiss you goodnight among grasses,
When steppe will be shelter for us,
When tenderness turn us in babies,
When loneliness turn into rust
Touch me, how you can, how you know,
I ask you be heart of my love,
Don't ask to hide scars with a snow,
Touch me how you can with your laugh
Heart of my love
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