Kirtana - My Heart | Текст песни

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Like a field of grass on a hill so dry
That the air won't move and the birds won't fly
When the ruthless sun of your tender gaze
Ignites a spark that becomes a blaze
My heart, my heart, my heart, my heart

Like a lotus pod with no ground to stake
Floating freely on a silent lake
And I can't say how or exactly when
But my guard was down and you moved in
My heart, my heart, my heart, my heart
Like a canyon call when the walls are sheer
And an impulse there is an impulse here
Fill a different glass with the same, sweet wine
And we'll call that yours and we'll call this mine
My heart, your heart, my heart, our heart

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