Eldo - I'm in love

Poet would write book of poems for you,
I'm a rapper and I am writing lines for you.
I am storing your light portrait in my head,
and a thousand words, and someday I will tell you that... 'i'm in love'.
Although the heart is cold like pavement in the morning sometimes,
and mind wants to drown it and speak for it,
it's not time for rationality,
it is a crime to suppress emotions.
And everything tells me, like it did to Skalds, that... 'i'm in love'.
Even if only in that minute,
and tommorrow we'll wake up, knowing that the night was everything and nothing, don't judge nobody for it,
because for love you don't need time, only the passion.
And even if it's just the beginning, and I can't think about tomorrow yet,
I know I want to see your smile tomorrow when I wake up.
Even if the bed will be empty,my heart will be full.
I'm kissing your picture... 'I'm in love'

If you want know something about me, I will tell you,
for me love is a teeter, which stand in stability,
because I want you with every defect, I won't change anything, my drug, my oxygen.
I'm not alone when drums are playing, it's a lie,
because I need you, you are my inspiration
one bottom, no intirgues, no masks.
You are sleeping, I stare at you.
Listen, it's important, stay here, I will show you
the Spike's Lee film, in which Danzel is playing on the trumpet,
and what the music is to me.
I know that words have power, which must be respected,
but when I say universe, trust me, I know what I'm saying.
Thirty two lines never too early, nothing too late,
because I love and don't say it.

I would like to believe that gender doesn't decide about the knowledge,
but unfortunately me and you aren't able to understand some matters, some defects, little stupid's.
You are walking proud like peacock, or you're cold bitch.
and you can't resolve the matters still arguing,
run away in the world of applauses or inhaling the smoke in lungs.
I'm aware of my defects, but you need to look in the mirror too,
if that days are gone, don't delude yourself, it won't come back.
It's the Savoy hotel, next part, because those days are gone,
and the future still exist, but without us already, smoking king-size, window is wet, night, I'm writing, beat plays, and she is sleeping next to me.