When the light shows   Through your window   I can see you there   In the mirror      Touching blond hair   That’s a river   Of translucent   Liquid life      Are you singing child   I can hear you here   Just by watching   Lips reflecting   Just by watching   Small breasts rising      With the rhythm of your breathing   Im not here now   But I see you there   With your blue veins    Softly tapping skin      With the rhythm of your breathing   With the rythem of my thinking    Are you sleeping now?   I could touch your silver hair   While your sleeping child   You can’t feel me here      These orange eyes of an animal (?)