The light ascending, no more blending
eyes in making of new taking
To morning, to evening
my memory beholds
The picture of you – unfolds.
The light ascending, no more blending
eyes in making of new taking
To morning, to evening
my memory beholds
The picture of you – unfolds.
Wow, that’s beautiful!
Tack! Och du tog mig verkligen på orden med ”say it in English”. ;)