Your cheekbones lay out a landscape in front of me;
mountains and hills i want to cross

Darling, let me caress you
for all I've been doing is gathering moss

I'll kiss the highest hill, salute the bravest mountain
and follow the trail, to touch the blue sky

Knapsack on my back, following the track,
way up high

And when i descend
my eyes meet the sea and the moving waves
and as i gaze in wonder
i still love you my darling, and the world does too