Primitive

Let us fall upon the floor,
Twisting in passion,
Forgetting our agony,
Let lips whisper prayers,
To the primitive gods,
And find within the primitive love.
Let us grow flowers within our hearts,
And butterflies within our bellies,
Fire in our eyes,
And the ancient music in our heads,
And give way to the primitive beat.
Let two become one,
And let one become everything,
Let the worlds hear our song,
Let us bloom,
The cosmos paint our primitive portrait,
Let the stars stay silent,
Watching with envious eyes,
Let our eyes fill,
With the precious drops of the night,
Let us see the primitive love.