I like for you to be still
it is as through you are absent
and you hear me from far aay and my does not touch you
It seems as through your eyes had flon aay
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
as all things are filled ith my soul
your emerge from the things, fill ith my soul
you are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams
and you are like the ord melancholy
I like for you to be still, and you seem far aay
It sounds as though you are lamenting,
a butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far aay,
and my does not reach you
Let me e to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you ith your silence
That is bright like a lamp, simple as a ring
You are like the night, ith its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star, as remount and candid
I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent
distant and dull of sorro, as though you had died
One ord then, one smile, is enough
And I m happy, happy that’s not true
