Alma

Soul
Let me see your soul
The epidermis of the soul
Surface

Soul
Let me touch your soul
With the surface of the palm
Of my hand
Surface

Easy, stay calm easy
Stay without, no reason
From the surface
Free, stay, yes, free
Stay well, with reason or not
Land

Soul
This fear calms down
This thirst is quenched
All sorrow doesn't exist

Soul
Like a reflection in the water
On the last layer
That remains on the
Surface

Crisis
It's over, free
My fear has passed
From your groundless fear

Laughter
In the morning, laughter
From a baby, the water has already wet
The surface

Soul
From out here
No form of trauma
Survives
Open your valve now
Your soul capsule
Floats on the
Surface

Smooth, that smooths me
Your sweat, the salt that comes from the Sun
From the surface
Simple, slow, simple
Very gently
The soul has already landed
On the surface

Soul
From out here
No form of trauma
Survives
Open your valve now
Your soul capsule
Floats on the
Surface

Smooth, that smooths me
Your sweat, the salt that comes from the Sun
From the surface
Simple, slow, simple
Very gently
The soul has already landed
On the surface

Soul
Let me see your soul
The epidermis of the soul
Surface

Soul
Let me touch your soul
With the surface of the palm
Of my hand
Surface

Soul
Let me see
Let me touch
Soul, soul
Let me see
Let me touch

Soul, soul
Surface
Soul, soul
Let me see your soul
Soul, soul
Soul, soul
Soul