Before the sunset, I placed a small box
on my windowsill, some water and my hugs.
Piece of grain is ready for you, shy doves.
Love doesn’t hurt, don’t hesitate to come.
I have picked up a few tiny branches.
Do not stare at any other windows.
Fly to me doves, for your new nest.
Love doesn’t hurt, be sure it is the best.
Feel yourself at home, break that rusty chain.
Fly here before the brightest colors die in vain
Just wrap each other with your white wings.
Love doesn’t hurt, keep your love in golden rings.
Kayıt Tarihi : 8.4.2020 18:37:00