Glorya

Cautious tenderness strips the care.
Your temptations are whispers in my ear.
Soul-made storms are you to ride.
Let me wake the beauty that you hide inside.

Chorus:

Oh my Gloria,
Love is to pray. This
Holy euphoria
Heals the shadows in me

Lines of your body.
Is a melody, melody.
which wraps me in
pleasure and peace.

Nature blossoms for your look.
My air strongholds, they shiver from your sigh
Time flows'll steal signs of kiss,
But I will stay a little point on your sky.

Chorus:

Oh my Gloria,
Love is to pray. This
Holy euphoria
Heals the shadows in me.