Testo The Chosen

Cassandra Wilson: Your lips are like strands of scarlet Your mouth is my temple Your neck's like the tower of David, shields my tunic Your breasts are like falls which feed among the lilies Until the day breaks To the sweet day breaks Come bare your soul to me Come bare your soul to me Come bare your soul to me You ravish my heart Come bare your soul to me I am dark and lovely If there are chosen, then chosen is me I sleep but my heart is awakened by the voice of my beloved Bathed in the scent of sweet myrrh Come bare your soul to me Come bare your soul to me Come bare your soul to me You ravish my heart Come bare your soul to me Come Come bare your soul Come bare your soul to me Your lips Your lips are like strands of scarlet Come bare your soul to me Come Come Come