I can see
That which I hadn't thought
That's how
Of having thought of that
With the grapes under the sun
And the dread, (and the dread)
And the water of the skin
And that's how
The wind gave it mist
Like the kiss of the skin
And here, the kiss hides
Without memory
Moon of the dawn
Like the kiss
Wet ligustrum
And the town that wakes up without moaning
I can see, I can see, I can see
That which I hadn't thought
That's how
Of having thought of that
With the grapes under the sun
And the dread, (and the dread, and the dread)
And the water of the skin
And that's how
The wind gave it mist
Likе the kiss of the skin
And herе, the kiss hides
Without memory
Moon of dawn
Like the kiss
Wet ligustrum
And the town that wakes up without moaning