Before you are a man like all the rest.

I should not let my passion die in vain.

The image of your face shall pierce my chest,

Before you take an earthly shape again

And turn into a man like all the rest.



Before the precious stones turn into eyes,

Before the magic tune is but a voice,

My heart shall get a taste of paradise

And break into a thousand blissful joys.



I know that it can be my little death,

Or even bigger one, the end of mine,

But moments such as this are worth our breath –

Those little deaths that bring us back to life.



I have to live the dream before it dies,

While yet excitement overflows my breast.

I want to be reflected in your eyes,

Before you are a man like all the rest.