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She's the word poets can't find
Thirst for sacred water, my noble companion
She, the curse that prisoners dream of
I love her so much, I became spring

And if she gave me a kiss, I'd change my religion
If she strips down, I’d turn into a crane and fly slow
If she whispers, I try to make the Moon turn into the Sun
If she asks for it, I’ll give her my heart

She’s the first time I say something
That’s worth saying or, better yet, I’ll stay quiet
And I look at her so much, so much that I even believe
She came down from heaven, that she’s not from this side

And this song was born in me and my shell opened up
And what’s inside is just a cloak without her star
And being born so beautiful, who wouldn’t lose their mind
When I look at her, I become good

And if she gave me a kiss, I’d invent a religion
If she strips down, I’d turn into a crane and fly slow
If she whispers, I try to make the Moon turn into the Sun
If she asks for it, I’ll give her my song