Slave is the one who thinks we live between borders
Slave is the one who thinks he does not believe in the essence of all creation
Slave is the one who never wished upon a falling star
Slave is the one who is afraid to love with abandon
Slave is the one who cannot hear the whisper of another tender heart
He is a slave, the one who does not believe in the magic of the human soul…
Who thinks we cannot grow wings and fly
I think you are not a slave, my love
For you taught me all these things…
And sometimes, when your head seeks for my chest…
I wish I could receive you…
Hold you tight and tell you it is all right…
For I would give you the world, should you ask for it…
The beauty of everything is that we can surely see it…
Be it in flowers or in the soft clouds…
We can feel the taste of happiness just by smelling the wind…
For the wind has your fragrance to me…
Everything is you in me…
Sometimes, everything sinks in you…
And you envelop everything…