Из альбома: As quatro estações
Soothe young man sweating forehead
Touch the naked stem held hidden there
Safe in such dark hayseed
Wired nest
Then, his light brown eyes are quick
Once touch is what he thought was grip
This is not his hands
Those there but mine
And safe my hands
Do seek to gain
All knowledge of
My master's manly rain
The scented taste
That stills my tongue
Is wrong that set
But not undone
His fiery eyes
Can slash my savage skin
And force all seriousness away
He wades in close waters
Deep sleeps alter his senses
I must obey my only rival
He will command our twin revival
[arabian interlude]
The same,
Insane
Sustain
Again
The two of us so close to our own hearts
I silenced and wrote this awe
Of the coincidence