Fly me to the peak of your anger,
Bring me to the land of your regrets;
Flow me to the river of your tears;
And I'll let you rest to the cloud of my care.
Take me to the mirror of your past
And carry me in the reflection of your present;
And I'll bring you to the vision of my future.
To watch you
Is looking at the sun.
To talk to you
Is after a long run.
To hold you
Is touching an open wire.
But to be with you
Is what I desire.
Earning you is difficult,
'cause I - but a frail
And you're a tale.