You loved me in red cryistal packages
my human pasager
you weren't good to tell hiver in diferent way
that I am the women which
doesn't resist too much in cold and snow
your arms amazed me
didn't look like anythink else
maybe just kneaded my parfume
retrocative sticked here
over those left from yesterday

good evening my dear
I arrived
I brought you a liter of butterflies
I didn't find milk
was I listening Ravel?

I was loving you in the same timp
not today
not tommorow
I recognise I was affraid
to make tattoos on your soul
could have cost a lot
if I whould have hurry to invent fingerprints of air
on lips
and you were wondering how the air is measured
in kilograms hanged by kiss

good evening my darling
this night I will be rare
the love is an unic object
put Bolero one more time
please