Forward from: Soul Writers
Float down into my dreams,
Like a pretty cloud spirited away by my songs,
Braid my neurons to yours and let your familiar taste take over,
Until to it I belong.
Until I forget speech,
Until only your name dances on my tongue,
Until I’m irretrievably bewitched with it like would a mockingjay.
እስኪ በናትሽ, ምንም ካልደበረሽ እጅሽን ለ እጄ.
Michael
Like a pretty cloud spirited away by my songs,
Braid my neurons to yours and let your familiar taste take over,
Until to it I belong.
Until I forget speech,
Until only your name dances on my tongue,
Until I’m irretrievably bewitched with it like would a mockingjay.
እስኪ በናትሽ, ምንም ካልደበረሽ እጅሽን ለ እጄ.
Michael