Clavain

Hi feat. Daryana

I the Woman also smell of poison,
Risk of dangerous meetings
I smell of the award,
If me to protect.
Smell as vanilla of a hand,
Salty tear sometimes,
If the river of separation
Years and cities.
I smell of a loop
Is plaited, intrigues, spirits,
Song of a magic flute
From a labyrinth of dreams.
I smell it is hardly perceptible
Spicy bouquet fault.
I smell of the man,
If I am in love.
To strike, you suddenly
For a long time you lose rest.
And you will understand, what happiness
The woman to possess such!...
I want to meet such, that spirit would grasp! Yes for all life... Or for the night, but what night as the life was...

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