echo
I have been haunted by an echo
A feeling, a sudden desire …
It creeps into my dreams
And into my idle moments
A temptation perhaps
Or even a fantasy
The currents of the heart always converge
No time exists for our senses --
Our memory has no seasons
Why, then, do we say goodbyes
Why do we fear distances
If everything becomes one in our heart?
A feeling, a sudden desire …
It creeps into my dreams
And into my idle moments
A temptation perhaps
Or even a fantasy
The currents of the heart always converge
No time exists for our senses --
Our memory has no seasons
Why, then, do we say goodbyes
Why do we fear distances
If everything becomes one in our heart?