The vision of balance of truth and of fate,
the vision of balance of pleasure and grace.
The vision of balance of summer, of wind,
the vision of forces that make you win.
I caress her subtly and strangely,
gladly she is at my mercy.
“Beautiful it is”, she smiles,
while she looks into my eyes,
seein’ my face through the pure shadow
with her breast keen with passion.
I extend my silence and my mystery,
the effluence of maleness and aroma of the king.
The perfect presence touches with ecstasy.
She loves to look at me, intoxicated, free.
She touches me, the satisfying body.
She, intangibly living, lays her hand softly …
… on my knee taking rest in a sweet slumber,
only wants to see, wants to feel the crystal hunger.
The vision of balance of truth and fate,
the vision of balance of pleasure and grace.
The vision of balance of summer, of wind,
the vision of balance of forces that win.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany