'tis she shinning
giver of life
unending fountain
ebony women
brings respect to the feminin
wholsome woman
proves... black beauty
she's my pain
she's my sin
she's my disease
my pain
my breath
'tis true
deepest zmes of soul
me the mould
she the moulder
warm moment of breath
goddess of love is not
but angel of hope
'tis...she moves
black & white wings
lift me to the humanity
eyes half closed
swinging hair
through can see
murmering eyes
canvey...miriads of things
once in a while
striped lips
shows the smile
the rhythem of my life politics
divine oinoin fruit
to my trophy
served in my trophy
even in the darkness
she brings the light
alones the barran lands
sprouting grass waving
play the music of rhythem of heart
shinning... the blade
kills me by and by
with love and caressing
like lie close by
with the notion of death
while happy why
you are the moulder
i'am the mould
blase beauty
you are my forbidden fruit
my intoxication
but i'll lay
though is death wish
with your will and permission
ඉංග්රීසි භාෂා සහය - සිසිර මෛත්රීපාල
