We are both not of this world,
my brother of fate, my bhai
my heart roaming high in the angel crimson down,
your eyes looking eagerly to discover mine -
your world is there, but both we are on the same side
the same universe and sorrow of life, we are two birds in cage
and wanting to fly, while our wings are bleeding
my lips reflect the need of yours to meet mine,
my cheeks so flushed adored by you as the sun,
your cage is there, but we both caged on the same side...
Melting in my look, sweet pain of desire in you,
igniting the fire and love, I am the last saved bird
with white feathers of light, yet still closed
when you'll take me from here, my fate?