Two lyrics

[Verse 1]
Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
Any experience, your eyes have their silence
In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me
Or which I cannot touch because they are too near

[Verse 2]
Your slightest look easily will unclose me
Though I have closed myself as fingers
You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
Touching skillfully, mysteriously, her first rose

[Verse 3]
Or if your wish be to close me, I and my life
Will shut very beautifully, suddenly
As when the heart of this flower imagines
The snow carefully everywhere descending;

[Verse 4]
Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
The power of your intense fragility
Whose texture compels me with the color of its countries
Rendering death and forever with each breathing

[Verse 5]
I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
Only something in me understands
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
[Outro]
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands