What are you doing at this hour, my love?
How are you dressing, what color?
Does your hair smell like a rose garden?
What do your hands touch, my love?
Mine , this song
Well, they are of no use to me anymore...
When you come back, I'm going to sing, I'm going to sing:
In your body I want to nest,
I want to nest.
br/>You know well about my addiction
To the sound of your voice
And to the eloquent silence of your skin.
How will I quench this thirst,
This burning sensation,
If your mouth won't reach me?
When you come back I'm going to sing, I'm going to sing:
In your body I want to nest,
I want to nest.
What are you doing to this Time, my love?
I dream of you with fervor.
You are the silhouette of my loneliness.
The silhouette of my loneliness...