Our mortal souls flew downstairs
and the river sings, and the river sings,
rushing to the forest’s veins;
they’re humming, crying, hoping
for a day of absolute thrill
My ankles broke in a chimera;
I reach for you in one flying umbrella
Rise in the sky, the sweetest day
Despite the day of promised storm,
your flashing eyes still glow; describe the rainbow
And that’s why I never stop to
pray for the highest Lord to give you
an amazing point of view, of
pretty roads, bees of the flowers
inside the castle of your dearly
enchanter
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
Our mortal souls flew downstairs
and the river sings, and the river sings,
rushing to the forest’s veins;
they’re humming, crying, hoping
for a day of absolute thrill
My ankles broke in a chimera;
I reach for you in one flying umbrella
Rise in the sky, the sweetest day
Despite the day of promised storm,
your flashing eyes still glow; describe the rainbow
And that’s why I never stop to
pray for the highest Lord to give you
an amazing point of view, of
pretty roads, bees of the flowers
inside the castle of your dearly
enchanter