Under the velvet sky of night, where stars whisper silences
Under the velvet sky of night, where stars whisper silences,
A deep longing is born, a river of shadows flowing through ages,
The woman is a living temple, sculpted by the moon's light,
The man is a hidden fire, alchemy of the soul in forgotten dust.
Through the smoky veil of the body, my eyes delve into abysses,
Her soul dances slowly, a lotus rising from eternal mud,
He, like a blind warrior, seeks gold in the skin, not in the spirit,
But behold, an ancient voice calls: see your brother from the sky.
I repeat, oh, repeat, under the starry vault, essence is the key to rediscovery,
The woman is a book written with ink of dreams, not just with lines,
The man is a wind carrying secrets, a river of hidden thoughts,
In their chaos, a silver thread weaves, of eternal love.
Through the labyrinth of shadows, a choir of alchemy sings gently,
The body is but a gateway, but the soul is the boundless sky,
He, forgotten by himself, touches only the skin like a lost child,
But she, queen of the depths, calls him toward pure light.
Oh, repeat, oh, repeat, under the cosmic pulse of deep silence,
Beauty is an echo of the stars, not a game of fleeting shadows,
The man who sees with the heart becomes a poet of the eternal dance,
The woman, mirror of the sky, leads him to the lost meaning.
In the vortex of time, where spirits weep under a crystal sky,
Golden bridges between souls are born, beyond flesh and bone,
He learns to feel, like a knight of the night, her divine essence,
She guides him, like a priestess of chaos, toward light and peace.
I repeat, oh, repeat, under the hypnotic rhythm of the eternal wind,
Loneliness is a song of the stars, a longing for cosmic reunion,
Ephemeral beauty dissipates like morning's cold smoke,
But the soul, oh, the soul, dances eternally on the wings of destiny.
Through the dark waters of oblivion, a thread of light is born anew,
Man and woman meet, like two magicians under a mysterious sky,
In a dance of shadows and rays, they find meaning beyond appearances,
And behold, a poem is born, a river of love flowing into eternity.
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