I would like to be the wind, What is playing with your hair. What gently tickles the ears, Mysterious whispers. I would like to be the smell, What irritates the senses nicely. What chasing breath, tightens the skin, I secretly dream tells. I would like to be the rain, What thy body washes them. What a blissful brings you chills, And every corner reveals. I would like to be at night, Light every star in the sky. Watch your sleep And the sun wake you. I would like to be ... Become a particle of you! And in your eyes of blue I always see you myself.