They look at me all the time,
What do they what, what actually bothers me,
They tell me I'm half a man,
and she's half crazy
but this is the whole magic.

When I see you
I see what i want to see, you
as though you span your wings.

I'm a painter and you're a singer, burning red
I'm ready as you're dancing inside the soul
and there's nothing more right from that breath.

How much time I dream in the summer,
I try to peep
but I'm nothing in the eyes,
Even words are empty like the air that i'm breathing
the whole night I'm breathing in and out
from the ground to the sky.

When I see you
I see what i want to see, you
as though you span your wings.

I'm a painter and you're a singer, burning red
I'm ready as you're dancing inside the soul
and there's nothing more right from that breath.