As your lips approach
The red apple
The blue sky
Watches in silence.
An apple is something
That doesn’t speak, but
The apple’s feelings
Are well understood.
The apple is lovely,
Lovely apple.
The apple is lovely,
Lovely apple.
As your lips approach
The red apple
The blue sky
Watches in silence.
An apple is something
That doesn’t speak, but
The apple’s feelings
Are well understood.
The apple is lovely,
Lovely apple.
The apple is lovely,
Lovely apple.
A looser, but slightly more poetic, translation:
As your lips approach The red apple The blue sky Watches in silence. An apple is something That doesn’t speak, but The apple’s feelings Are well understood. The apple is lovely, Lovely apple. The apple is lovely, Lovely apple.
As your lips approach The red apple The blue sky Watches in silence. An apple is something That doesn’t speak, but The apple’s feelings Are well understood. The apple is lovely, Lovely apple. The apple is lovely, Lovely apple.