Maybe Lord sent us this night of summer treasures
It's not dark because its eyes are light of stars
Go out of your shell barefoot by silk of grasses
Is it wind or wings of Angels touches your scars?
Look at sky, my love, the taste of Moon turns out
From the honey mixing spice of passion creams
Honeymoon will gift to you the Moon of honey
Drink my memories from lips, from eyes, from dreams