As grass sprouts in the joints of a stone
as two strangers we came to be
when the spring sky was authoring stars
and I was composing a phrase of love
to sing for your eyes
Do your eyes know that I've waited a long
as a summer bird waits?
And that I've slept as an emigrant sleeps
with one eye resting
for the other to remain awake?
We're two friends
so walk beside me hand in hand
together we'll bake bread and write songs
we are lovers until the moon sleeps
I love you as caravans love an oasis
some water and grass
and as a poor man loves a loaf of bread.
We'll always stay friends