I to thee remain the same,
Like the wet of the rain,
Like the wounds feel the pain,
So soft like the voice of thine rhyme,
Touching the heart of mine,
A! for Aaron,
Thee make me faint,
Getting drunk of a bottle of wine,
Melting our passion of lust in a forest of pine...
Baby,
Let the time...
Let the time makes the sun shine,
but...
Dont let thyself to be mine,
Coz I want thee not to control my mind!