This wind is calling on us within,
Let's making love, let it begin.
We are calling for passion while we are lay down,
Deep into the night, naked without make sound.
Dreamers is what they call us,
We are together in this journey of love.
We are here lay in this endless eternal encounter,
Will God ever wake us up in this night of wonder?
It feel we are spending the night ahead in never land,
But I cannot hear your voice and I cannot here any sound.
We are here peaceful and lost in in this pleasure dome,
We are here making love all night in this holy home.
We are lay so quiet on a bed of red rose,
We are so happy here making true love.
We are here lay in this endless eternal encounter,
Will God ever wake us up in this night of wonder?
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