Silk brush of sunrises is drawing
Your name on my lips, on my skies
Staining my mind and my soul
With color of roses which grown
In your Paradise... Paradise
And you...and your soul... what color
It gets at the morning when you
See depth of my sea, see my water
And see pure love till the bottom
Cuz sea is the clearest than dew
What color becomes your soul
When you penetrate in my cave
And look at my fire that grow
My fire that burn on your altar
There is sacred rite in my cave
What color becomes your soul
When gold of my tenderness sand
Just passing through fingers so slow
Is falling your feet on your land
What color will be your soul
When time of the longest light life
We'll get so fast that you know
You'll want more and more sacred rite
Color of your soul
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