My little girl.
Woven into the moonshine
Among the roots of Linden,
Troubled and worried
I’m looking out the window waiting for you…
I’m looking for that unforgettable fire of yours,
The trace of your devotion that
with time simply blurs.
Do you know where my smile is…
I search but without you It is lost
captured by an empty bed.
This drunkenness has no end
In shameless imagination
I sink in the bliss of tender kisses.
I want you to know, honey,
You are my World, my World is you!
I’m going to keep my word tonight.
Reveal to you my soul.