The smell of your lips is like rain;
To touch them is sinful, and for fulfillment I pray.
My dream will come into you
And won't leave you alone in the darkness

My chord untouched
You are, untouched by me
My dream is pouring you its wine
In that night of ours.

Every blossom of night has closed its eyes,
Yet so deep is the heaven of yours.
Flowers, like you, are crying without love
And dreaming dreams same as you.

My chord untouched
You are, untouched by me
My dream is pouring you its wine
In that night of ours