I find myself in distant reigns
Listening to old songs I used to love
And there\'s that lonely drink in the corner
I will not touch
For soft flowers are the only smell
My soul touches,
And there you are inspecting my house
With pleasing eyes that die
I can only hope of heaven
Lingering in your ear...
And I am fond of the love that is not complacent
Therefore I am present in the moment.