On the margine of our being
Blows the wind of your appearance
Blowing with your shy-borne fragrance –
Don’t know who I was before-
Angel of reincarnation
Fresh beholder of my soul,
Be my fiery destination –
Just together we are hole.
On the margine of our being
Blows the wind of your appearance
Blowing with your shy-borne fragrance –
Don’t know who I was before-
Angel of reincarnation
Fresh beholder of my soul,
Be my fiery destination –
Just together we are hole.