Syyt [English translation]

You brought reasons to my mornings

to the cold ruins of the sun

the silence of the night, the eternity resonating to us

this longing, endless vast space

this is how you raise me to the heights

out of my room we float into the brightness

You reap the rotten berries

and so, you use them to make the freshest wine

you enter my most sacred room

for you only, for you only, yeah, the incense burns on my altar

Patchouli, jasmine

your scent takes me to heaven

to the lights far away

I wouldn't even want to return anymore

no, no, no

You brought reasons to my mornings

to the cold ruins of the sun

• Artist:Yona
• Album:Naivi