LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jisael, o Portimoteco

One day, my love's breeze
shall touch your face and wake you up.
Translucent and warm it comes
moving fragile and docile upon you.

You won't perceive it
until that, late, you'll try to dismiss it.
But wrapped in a hot passion
my love shall infect you.

You'll know that it took control
when you see my face on your dreams
and, imcomprehensible, will grieve in vain.

Fighting against yourself
wanting to flee aimlessly.
But my love's power crushed you
and, submission to him, you'll give up.

My love run the nights, invisible,
as a drowsy breath of life
And whenever you hear my name
Magic it shall peform on you.

And at nightfall, in starry saturdays,
You'll see me in each celestial body.
Your chest will inflate missing me
And, sure as the dawn, you'll want me...