Across the seas off
my body is lusting to booty
orange that is present humming euphoria
a black heart that hurts the heart
This heart breaks apart
Behind the savanna that is shady
tombs that are in tears
encounter fantasy imagination
when the dream is not enough to be a distraction
I was killing souls who started fighting
On the face of the sky I give love
when anxiously no longer want my fatwa
and confidence dwells by air
when one mission mengulum prayer
my laughing bloom pulled up along the coast
along with the recurring taste of the pulse that continues to thrill the daim
