When you approach slowly put honey in my faith

will have a moon in your chest

and a window on your skin

love burns and blood

smell a piece of mind

Look's like a light and tinsel

if they become my hands

your voice starts to rain

your lips are the pretext for help

a moment of warm memories

pride and shed the tear

and it's like nostalgia can not return

and your waist is like rain in two horizons of coffee

Meeting is for all the happiness

the blue mirror of my might.