Myth

Odd exchange direct you to a random journey,
Where prayers be endowed with breath,
Where the sun is king and the air is unbiased,

Even if the magnetic waves catches you,
Alike wherever witchery flings you,
by the gamelan music in the ear
Or the dancers of barong,
With the outfits of hoop,
Or the carnival of spice,
With the swell of rice,
Or the pyramids of light,
And the Temples of white.

Oh stay, Oh stay ....
For the lonely gaze of our face.
I'll lie next to you to rise and fall,
With you.