Horizon

She was my horizon line
An imaginary line
That getting away
When i approach it
Who she might be
A girl from mars?
Is she Juno?
Or with that Monalisa smile?
Or even Venus herself?
O well...
I draw my own horizon line
Close enough for my hand to reach
For me to smell
For me to love
Mais...
yo siempre recuerdo las dos monedas en esa fuente
Como Juno. Como Venus. Ella hará siempre allí
Como mí, yo encuentro mi amor