When morning strikes my face I am with you:
The sunlight of your hand opens my view
So from dream to dream, you to you, I pass;
In you, my dream, all is gentle, all is true.
When morning strikes my face I am with you:
The sunlight of your hand opens my view
So from dream to dream, you to you, I pass;
In you, my dream, all is gentle, all is true.
