Speaking with my hands, with my feet ...with my fists, with rain, and furious storm in 'pass'words I am composing who I am ...with arm blows and stamping, without thinking
about who I am, who if you fight with me ...when there is a gale in our blood and you too are crying yourself free while you dance ...my soul connected with your heart
heaven found in each other's hands ...our steps follow the sun my whole body understands ...who I am my whole body understands ...what is moving me