Oh sweet, slow and tender
you’re moving towards me
Your hands they make a signal
as from long time forgotten dream
And your lips they whisper
words I can not hear
But years and years and years ago
there was a time that I’ve known
what they should mean
Oh let all waters flow
“Your river bears the empty bottles
Sandwich papers, cigaret ends
And other testimonies of summer nights
When we were mad”
Now let all waters flow
And find me