Raise your face
To me…
My gentle blooming bud.
The wind is drunk
In the rivers of the sun!
…and an olive tree’s
Chatter… laughter,
Knows
Where heaven
Has sprung!
Raise your face
To me…
My gentle blooming bud.
The wind is drunk
In the rivers of the sun!
…and an olive tree’s
Chatter… laughter,
Knows
Where heaven
Has sprung!