Spirit of the present,
may your silence cover the secret

of the secret lover,
hidden in the cargo hold

of the flying machine.

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Ruler of nights and days,
bless the passion of Santal,
which kisses the skin

of the priestess Ambrette,

clothed in Patchouli and Jasmine.

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O Lady of Time,
give us the strength to rejoice

in every moment,
in the beauty of daisies,

cinnamon, and incense.

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Forgive us the sin of unplanned cake,
forgive us cocoa, vanilla, and butter.

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Turn a blind eye to us,
lost in the thrilling cedar book,
even if we forget to steer the rocket
while reading it.

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Teach us, ruler of the blue star,
to bless the flame of the present breath.
The red star flies into the infinite distance,

only the Blue Lotus approaches,

until it merges with the color of the eyes.

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There is a slight problem:
that perfume has spilled into the spaceship
and now leads our steps

to new worlds – through dance!

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Control center, forgive us,
that we have changed the direction

of the Lunar Mission,
for Venus appears more beautiful.