Любовь
so here i'm, wondering why there is only one pair of eyes in front of mi sight
not that i care, don't mistake me, but it's... disturbing, to say the less...
only one pair of eyes...
in der Liebe
yes, it might be that those gorgeous mirrows have hypnotize me,
who wouldn't be?
the magnificence of the look... the power of them, take me higher than a real drug...
those gorgeous mirrows...
nell'amore
oh but of course, how can i forget the song that follows the reflex of a soul like yours,
the mind that shows the shadow of its existence,
the taste, oh the dreamed taste, that desire that comes to me only by air,
only by your voice...
through the song of your soul...
dans l'amour
truly is that i can only dream, only in my dreams you become mine,
only mine to be enjoyed, just thus go by your side flying, far away and away,
covering with our hands the light we provide to the rest,
so we can be one in a private side of our way,
in the dark side of the always shadowy moon...
only in my dreams...
in love
to see my relex in your eyes, to sing along with your soul,
to taste the flavour of your lips, to fly and touch you 'till it burns,
and maybe more...
maybe more...†
∫ • .•. δαγιαλ .•. • ∫
... † Παŋα Иσ Zγσμσμ .•.•‡ •
