Waiting for the morning
Imperceptible, drop by drop.
Dew is coming,
spreading along lazy dawn.
The moon is waving lights and shadows.
Waiting for the morning.
I look at you.
Behind your fallen hair on your breast
I see distant lights on the sea.
Night shadows become naive.
A rising Sun is becoming bigger and bigger.
Kiss me!
Before the sky, all blue falls down into our eyes.