Eternal Young

There is a place in the middle of Atlantic Ocean, Several hundred miles of Bagnate, Persian historian, what brings grace, your life Becomes immortal. All diseases will go away. Beauty will never fade. Down from the depth all above is yours. Between the blue water you can See handsome dolphins carrying you away Where love as if they are drops you will able grab them And eat them with joy. All day will be light God will drink next to you And a full of basket with tears and sorrows I am sure the Seahorses will sweep it away. At last from where mountains and hills, oaks and leaves, Yet a couple of hundred from the streams above, Hope and joy and love less than a deep of a kiss, All appear to growing around you, which I chosen it completely for you.