كلمات Every Silent Touch

Every silent touch which the night is magic Dancing flame of the candle of anxiety Let me sink in this sea when it's closer to the stars Cornerstone of existence Every breath is the litany of loneliness Lapped in the coat of the night When the flowers will cover the gardens and the birds will come back Everything will succumb to the stress Of the impressions and loose it's proper look Is this the creek of bones or of the rigging of my ship I feel so old, so dispossessed of all my feelings and dreams On the rough sea of your body I gratify my desires hiding Behind the columns of both faiths Let me sink in this sea when I dream all of these moments so much. Mother night is strict but she's never thrown away My prayers for the place in her robe.