Berlin Date #22

Isn’t it beautiful when the violins play,
I could listen to it every day.

The soprano sings with his high-pitched voice,
I feel like I’m losing my freedom of choice.

My soul falls victim to the sea of sound,
The music – like a cheerful playground.

With this golden composition I feel the desire to kiss you on your lips,
A thunder running through me from toes to fingertips.

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