Eleven Three O Three 歌词

Move your body to the rhythm of passion Let senses overwhelm ratio Don't ask anything to yourself. Don't waste this moment The echo of weeping is armored in wind That accomplice carries it far away So that it could never be refracted on your heart's walls again. This is a gift nobody can ever steal you A flame neither the ocean can extinguish 'till you will protect this treasure in a sacred secret No external force could disfigure the sweet aspect of this pulsing joy Feed on this embrace with love, respect and hope Consecrate the event in the name of supreme emotion Entwine in a sacred knot the shining wefts of this harmonious desire Then throw it into the cosmos' centre where the royal energies meet So that it can preserve itself and vibrate forever in magnificent poetry.