Silk was tenderly streaming from your eye pupils
And the rhythm was shaping up colours and bodies
In the kisses flamed out and sparkled dark rubies
And I sensed gentle craving of blossoming roses
From the oval-shaped summit light ochre flowed down
And the fig-leaf came suddenly off from the hill
But when I touched with my hands the transparent gown
My horn made of silver with fire was filled.
A soft melody warbled. The chair was singing.
Your goblet was brimming with bubbly champagne
Having found the world of the magical river
the slick gold-headed fish started swimming again
And the avalanche grew. The hot snow-drifts were breathing
But where do we run just before it's all ended?
We were rocked by the deep tide of million years
And our souls took off gently to fly up to heaven.