For the sweet water of Maya is what you share with me.
I met you with my own eyes and i saw your love,
And you were in a trance with the muse of your love!
As the flowers sang to your beauty with the care of love,
And like the complexity of the things seen around you.
My root of love is so spread out to the waters deep,
And you are Maya from these waters deep;
For your love is like the new wineskins sold in this town.
And like liquid to liquid!But do not delay because the sky is now very dark.
And like the muse of your love hidden in the bush.
And, i have never felt like this before.Can we fix it?Yes we can;Can we sell it?Yes we can;Can we spray it?Yes we can;Like living in the land of painters.Of the blue ports,Of the red ports,Of the white ports,Born in Asia but made in America.To the land of beautiful ladies,To the land of handsomemen,To the land…
So give me your sweet love and trust and,I will tell you more.Show me the sweet of your apples and,Let me kiss you all night;For, i will never forget your style of love.I’ve got something to tell you,Like the deep blue love infused with white;I’ve got something to tell you,Like the colours of the rainbow…
But your street dance cannot stop the governor,However Linford wrote about the truth last night.
But the muse of your love is like a Royal Wedding;And i still have my mind on you.Don’t bite the finger that feeds you!Because that’s all that you have around;And like the muse of love in the land of peace,But be very wise to the things around you.
