cinnamon skin

let the infinite run out of stars
lose the ocean its immensity
but the black of your eyes do not die
and the cinnamon of your skin stay the same

if the rainbow loses its beauty
and the flowers their perfume and colour
I wouldn't mind as much
as if I'd lose you

I care for you and you and you
and only you and you and you
I care for you and you and you
and no one else than you

black eyes cinnamon skin
with the power to blow my mind away