When you kiss a woman,
and find her mouth sweet,
it is your love that you taste,
it is your heart that has raced.
Don’t you cry little girl,
don’t you cry at all
The world is so cruel
and you have to bear it all
I saw the ancient gods,
majestic and holding their golden rods.
Sitting atop the Bostan mountain,
crowned and drinking from an ancient fountain.
I would love to be a butterfly
Riding the rainbows
and not watch my own colours;
just content to be a lover of flowers.
There is a child in all of us,
Waiting to get out and scream.
Pushing all limits and trying to dream.