You, the wild child, make my heart sway;
You are irresistible: my mind is in disarray;
Your song is an echo, piercing my soul;
Like a sweet melody, constantly extolling!
Our wandering instincts form a tender explosion,
A blooming meadow, a bouquet of emotions;
So I take your hand and its gentle warmth,
The wild flame emanating from its heart line;
Your shaman prayers,
Your fervent innocence,
And if you ask me to dance, sing, or touch the clouds: I would obey!
Your voice thunders my inner anthem, my adage, my eternity!
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