[00:29.88]Will a glass inlaid with gemstones on a pool around the evening
[00:37.36]Among the perfumed roses wait for her
[00:44.86]With the patience of a pack horse loaded for the mountains
[00:52.24]Like a stoic noble prince wait for her
[00:59.11]With seven pillows laid out on the stair
[01:03.81]The scent of
[01:05.48]Incense fills the air
[01:09.43]Be calm and wait for her
[01:15.04]And do not flush the sparrows that are nesting in her braids
[01:22.34]All along the barricades wait for her
[01:31.85]And if she comes soon wait for her
[01:46.89]And if she comes late wait
[02:00.77]Let her be still as a summer afternoon
[02:07.56]A garden in full bloom
[02:14.34]Let her breathe in the air that is foreign to her heart
[02:23.21]Let her lips part wait for her
[02:30.20]Take her to the balcony see the moon soaked in milk
[02:37.30]Hear the rustle of her silk wait for her
[02:45.02]Don't let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast
[02:53.12]Lest they take flight
[02:55.69]Wait for her
[03:02.01]And if she comes soon wait for her
[03:16.90]And if she comes late wait wait
[03:29.28]Serve her water before wine
[03:34.00]Do not touch her hand
[03:37.29]Let your fingertips rest at her command
[03:44.66]Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin
[03:52.18]Breathe out breathe in
[04:30.09]And as the echo fades from her final fusillade
[04:37.62]Remember the promises you made

Will a glass inlaid with gemstones on a pool around the evening
Among the perfumed roses wait for her
With the patience of a pack horse loaded for the mountains
Like a stoic noble prince wait for her
With seven pillows laid out on the stair
The scent of
Incense fills the air
Be calm and wait for her
And do not flush the sparrows that are nesting in her braids
All along the barricades wait for her
And if she comes soon wait for her
And if she comes late wait
Let her be still as a summer afternoon
A garden in full bloom
Let her breathe in the air that is foreign to her heart
Let her lips part wait for her
Take her to the balcony see the moon soaked in milk
Hear the rustle of her silk wait for her
Don't let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast
Lest they take flight
Wait for her
And if she comes soon wait for her
And if she comes late wait wait
Serve her water before wine
Do not touch her hand
Let your fingertips rest at her command
Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin
Breathe out breathe in
And as the echo fades from her final fusillade
Remember the promises you made