For the jar of your flour shall not be used up nor,
Shall the jug of your oil dry out!
Because i will always love you from my heart,
So bring me a cup of water so that i may drink from you.
Send down the rain to water my garden oh heavens!
For my sins are well known by you all in this land;
And i am walking along peacefully to adjust to time,
For the jar of my lover now at rest beside me.
So let me feel your presence on this love,For the difference in age has nothing to do with us.
And i will live in the valley of your love.
For my name is Yolande and,I am alone on the narrow path of love.Time after time and,Sabbath after Sabbath;And of the old harvest to share with you!Because, drought and barrenness have overshadowed me.Oh my lover,I am now in the Wilderness of Sinai looking for you;For i will always share my finest olive oil with you,And…
I am called Sasha and i need a friend like you!So come and roll into history with this muse of my love.
What i don’t want to touch is what i touched,What i don’t want to use is what i used,What i don’t want to do is what i did,And suddenly Cyrus came out to put me right;For we all need someone to guide us in this life.
And like a beautiful garden in the land of peace,For you are Neid in the land of plenty!But i have to respect my status before i take my steps towards you.
