Tony Ferrino - "The Valley of Our Souls" 

From the river of our kisses
To the desert of your stare
The volcano of your laughter
And the corn field of your hair

From the wasteland of your waist line
And your hands like tiny birds 
From the highland of your heartbeat
Came the winter of your words

Through the forest of our memories
And along its grassy knolls
I will slowly wander down
The valley of our souls

From a trellis of caresses
To the playground of your skin
Round a racetrack of your passion
There I quietly creep in

In the mist of your aroma
And the ice-rink of your eyes
At the border of your two knees
Of the tower of your thighs

Every breath like winds are blowing
Every touch like burning coals
If you look hard you will see
The valley of our souls 

Our souls 
Our souls

{Start "Ferrino Portuguese" section - note: to be expressed phonetically}

eh-me-ri-na u-ma-ra-da eh-shto-te-oo-ma-ra-ko
eh-me-ri-na u-ma-ra-da eh-shto-te-oo-ma-ra-ko
eh-um-ba-la to-shto-tesh-shto-tesh-ti-no
eh-me-ri-na to-shto-tesh-shto-tesh-ti-no

{End "Ferrino Portuguese" section}

Our souls 
Our souls

NOTE: There have been some people with dirty minds who thought that the title of the song was "Valley of Arseholes". Shame on you!