This is the story of a jour­ney, win­ged and armed to go beyond.
With fruity aura and cho­co­late trees.

Secret won­ders, don´t ask why
Of course i do and now sleep tight
Meet some people in your yard
Tell them how you´re torn apart
Tell them how you yearn at night
Tell them of what you caught sight

Let´s meet at the cho­co­late trees
We´ll lin­ger there so des­pe­ra­tely
Deep inside i feel alright
But i´ll never reco­gnize
Your eyelas­hes dren­ched in gold
Your cherry lips to behold