Letra de Eleven Three O Three
Move your body to the rhythm of passion Let senses overwhelm ratio Don't ask anything to yourself Don't, don't waste this momentMove your body to the rhythm of passion Let senses overwhelm ratio The echo of weeping is armored in wind That accomplice carries it far awaySo that it could never be refracted on your heart's walls again This is a gift nobody can, can ever steal you A flame neither the ocean can extinguish 'Till you will protect this treasure in a sacred secretThis treasure in a sacred secret, no external force could disfigure The sweet aspect of this pulsing joy Feed on this embrace with love, respect and hope Consecrate the event in the name of supreme emotion Entwine in a sacred knot the shining wefts Of this harmonious, of this harmonious desireThen throw it (Throw it into the cosmos' centre) Then throw it into the cosmos' centre where the royal energies meet Then throw it into the cosmos' centre where the royal energies meetSo that it can preserve itself So that it can preserve itself So that it can preserve itself and vibrate foreverVibrate forever in magnificent poetry