The Angel still look at the mirror
The door widely open still
One step through the threshold, my hero
One night, I'll be waiting...I will
I take from the wind only freedom
I take from the sea only deep
I take from the time only wisdom
I take from the love all you need
I'm weaving the braid of tomorrow
To weaving my thoughts of your sun
The Angel left feathers, I know
It's only two feathers from some
Undressing and barefoot by traces
Which tenderness leaves on your skin
The night takes guitar, she is spanish
The fire from sound lick skin
The pillows...the window...so loud
The sweetness is slow or fast
Two feathers at mirror I found
Two tickets to Heaven for us
Two tickets for us
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