Desire
Nu e a mea dar e frumos... Stolen from Buddha Bar
A lover knows only humilty, he has no choice.
He steais into your alley at night, he has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, dont ret,
he has no choice.
In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment,
he has no choice.
A lover asked his beloved:
- Do you love yourseit more than you love me?
Beloved replied: ! have died to myselt and ve for you.
ve disanpeared from myselt and my attributes,
! am present only for you.
ve forgotten ali my learnings,
but from knowing you I've become a scholar.
/'ve iost all my strength, but from your power ! am able.
love myself... love you
[love you... love mysett.
! am your lover, come to my side,
[wil open the gate to your love.
Come setije wilh me, let us be neighbours to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endiessiy drifting în the sea of my love.
Even so, you have aways been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, în the uninown, în the un-manitest.
lam fe itselt
You have been a prisoner of a title pond,
| am the ocean and its turbulent food.
Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance.
Be with me, | wil open the gate to your love.
1 desire you more than food or drink
My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste
can sense your presence în my heart
although you belong to ali the world
| wait with silent passion for one gesture one glance
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