Nostalgia To The Light

What Annoying the people if we walked in the light of day And carried your handbag and umbrella And took your mouth at the corner of the wall And picked a kiss your Eyes I dreaming to see your eyes sleeping to see the calm of the sea at sunrise your Lips I dreaming to see your lips when kissing I see the sun flare in the birth of a wedding What upset the night if I have lit two candles and I saw your face washed by the beam And saw the river of Ivory guarded by the Marble of boats then I will be back to childhood to breastfeeding From the well of my tragedies, calling your eyes To carry the Vintage of brightness to my veins What annoying the people if I put my head between your hands and cuddling your Waist in the road