Anniversary

A choir of mouths, of lips,
of those of your own blood, your breed
It was fate, so they say
Fate, in an even key

The magnificent form of a victorious pose
it’s a mark, it’s a sign, so they say
and her eyes, only God could have created those
her smile, only Lord has such taste

A choir of mouths, of lips,
of those of your own blood
We shall give birth to wonders, they say, they beam
we will deliver supermen
through these years, these anniversaries

Think about it, think
In an even key
Think just how happy you’d be
If it wasn’t for me