Divine idylle

In docile hope
Your fragile wings
I guess you
Divine Idylle
The sleeping love
In an unreal breath
My madness, my desire, my whim, my idylle

I steal a feather from you
To write a rhyme
In the moonlight
My friend the idylle
My ideal soul
To the fatal tear

My madness, my desire, my whim, my idylle

Divine idylle
My friend the idylle

On my waves of soul
She hoisted the sail
I have the sickness of chimeras
The heart in flames
Sparks
She needs to slow down
If I close my eyes, she calls me

My madness, my desire, my whim, my idylle

Divine idylle
My friend the idylle
I dream idylle

Divine idylle
My ideal soul
My idylle