Slovak Red

It's caught me this way,
those lines won't leave never again.
You see they make me fantasize,
strutting slowly, they start looking divine.

This strange emotion lies on me.
And now I wonder, is this real?
Could I hold the essence?
And turn my mind into red.

Such a hue I contemplate,
it spreads its beautiful painting in my head.
The experience seduces as a heat,
but I got no way to look down on it.

I'm burning for touch and set myself free.
Could I reach the faith?
And turn my mind into red.

Could I wait for the moment?
Fascination keeps my soul,
but I know, yes I know, my mind's already gone.