Aurora

The morning of brown curtain opens the night, 
drop it in the emerging world. 
The darkness must give way already, 
It is once again time to fly maiden ascend 
the morning wind. 
Dewy meadows of flowers check out. 

I got tired of this world, villages, 
So come on, not loving me. 
Give me a hug, take the arms, 
carry the fragile flower child 
palm of your hand. 

It's time to love, 
is time for a little heart. 
Ride the crest of Aphrodite, 
knight to his sea horse. 
With the sound of a siren sings, he 
this love note.