Clouds Of Love - трек

   Clouds of Love
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[Intro]

If only a cloud could reach and clasp my hand,
It would enfold you there, as if by planned command.
The grasses’ sweet lips would brush against your own,


Among the power lines and radar towers
Hidden by the forest’s beds and bowers
A velvet edge upon the lake’s serene face
A woman’s single form eclipses grace

But Valaam’s leaves will hide her form
Beneath the setting sun’s warm storm
In sailor’s t-shirt, the soul sings free
Copying waters’ shape with gentle glee

If only a cloud could reach and clasp my hand,
It would enfold you there,
as if by planned command.
The grasses’ sweet lips would brush against your own,


The air caresses tender charms
Filling with grace’s warm arms
He’s your clown and shepherd too
Kiss him softly on the cheek anew

Unseen, it will come, that rush of feeling
Recalling tender touches, revealing
With coquettish gaze and gentle smile
Like butterflies’ tickle,
sweet and wild

If only a cloud could reach and clasp my hand,
It would enfold you there, as if by planned command.
The grasses’ sweet lips would brush against your own,


With thoughts of mine you call me softly near,
I was created by you;
I am all, you hear.
You know it well,
you know it through and through,
By your own making,
I exist for you.

[Fade to End]