Beautiful

Beautiful are our days
                        when our hearts and thoughts
                        are carefully intertwined
                        Laughing in the face of vanity's cruel
                        for the insane man accuses only because
                        he himself is out of his mind

                        And so, we flow like the rivers
                        through a rocky and steep mountain
                        Quiet whispers, softest natures
                        create pure springs
                        or clouds singing rain;
                        fountains of endless satisfaction

                        Then we collide like the waves
                        from the ocean's eye
                        meeting the shore, first touch
                        with a depth of infinite passion
                        Remembering the fire in our souls
                        from somewhere we've been before
                        Beautiful is our world, my love...

                        Beautiful are our days