The day of my arrival with you was the day of my dawn , the repetition of a reunion with you was the birthday of love, the day of my hearts birth, the day of knowing you was the season of becoming one, it was a bird and the flight of an open heart, I was and a song to fly with you , the need to go with you was the beginning of a journey, the end of my migration with my heart was homeless, you
were me, and the windows of my heart were open, and the air was with you. You were your flight and the path without return, the gaze that was looking for you
was you, and the windows of my heart were open, and the air with you was your flight, and the path without return, the gaze that was looking for you,
a starry sky in the solitude of the night, a metaphor for the side of the song, a metaphor for
the side of the song, a metaphor for the embrace of the song, for the love of being with you, I looked at you. I gave a gift to the moon, you
were me, and the windows of my heart were open, and the air with you was your flight, and the way without return, the gaze that was looking for you, you were you, and the windows of my heart were you, and the air with you was your flight, and the way without return, the gaze that was looking for you, you were you, and the windows of my heart were open, and the air with you was your flight, and the way Without turning back, the gaze that was looking for you
