This blue night
And sky full of stars.
Your hand in mine
Is trembling like a flower.
A gentle touch,
Sighs in the silent room.
It is all too much.
Violet islands bloom
On the wet skin,
Red stripes are across them.
Nobody will win.
Love doesn\'t know a blame.
In whiskey-colored eyes
There is just tenderness.
No deadliest lust,
Feelings are in a mess.