This Right Here

　　This Right Here-Markéta Irglová

　　Anything that I could say right now,

　　Would only be a pale reflection of what I feel.

　　Won’t you let me just look at you,

　　Our eyes are the windows to

　　Our souls, and they will show,

　　One another all there is to know,

　　About the things that I’d like you to understand.

　　Hold my hand and listen with your skin,

　　Let your inner senses take me in, and

　　We will go beyond words.

　　Like a wish that’s remained consealed,

　　Like a wound that has never healed,

　　In the secret language of the heart

　　I summoned you to me as the missing part

　　Of my life’s design,

　　Your destiny’s linked with mine,

　　As I light these candles for you,

　　An offering to your unspoken wish coming true, but

　　The present is the gift.

　　Yeah, this right here,

　　This right here, this right here.