It's late at night, I see the black of the sky
Lying on the sand, your body and mine
I travel with my hands between the mountains and the rivers
And I feel your sweet and cold on my lips
And you fly over the sea, with the wings that I give you
And you tell me singing, Ã^ like this what eu am
To look at you and see what I see
To look into your eyes with looks of desire
To look at you and see what I see
To look into your eyes with looks of desire
I have nothing more to give you
This life is two days, and one is to wake up
From the stories Stories of enchantment
Of stories of enchantment
Journeys that are lost in time
Journeys without beginning or end
Kisses delivered to the wind
And love on seas in satin
Gestures that scratch the air
And looks that bring loneliness
Rocks and beaches and the dancing sky
And the bodies that flee the ground £o
It's late at night, I see the black of the sky
Lying on the sand, your body and mine
I travel with my hands between the mountains and the rivers
And I feel your sweet and cold on my lips

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