The bud at the tip falls down
As the wind blows.
Your kohl lined eyes get closed in this wind,
As the tiny bird jumps and plays
A rhythm comes into being.

Your eyes feel drowsy with sleep,
The sunlight falls on your cheeks.
Does it drive away a little bit of your weariness my love?
It is then that your mystical warm breath
Picks up my longing heart and brings it to your embrace.

You brought me back,
You made me feel...