Celine Dion
Celine Dion Gold / For You
The Nun
Even on her knees, even in prayer
She remembers Italy
Jesus Mary and our father
It's an understatement to say that she forgets you
Even kneeled, even in prayer
She remembers italy
Jesus, marie and our father
It's little say that she's forgetting you
On the other side of hell
She remembers having said yes
To passion in the light
br/>Ã l’amour fou à l’infini
The other side of the hell
She remembers having said yes
To passion to light
To crazy love to infinite
br/>And to pray to this man on the cross
It is still giving oneself to him
And when these ideas come to him
She barely blushes
The nun has like me
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun has some times
Long sobs of jealousy
And praying that man on the cross
Is still giving herself to him
And when come to her those ideas
We blur so lightly
The nun has like myself
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun sometimes has
Tears full of jealousy
Even on her knees even in prayer
She hears his voice calling her
She sees boats on the sea
She sees again hotel rooms
Even kneeled even in prayer
She's hearing his voice calling her
She's seeing boats on ocean
She's seeing hotel rooms again
From the 'other side of this wall
There is the sun of life
There are lips that whisper
to lips thirsty with desire
The other side of this wall
There's the sun of life
There are lips who whisper
To lips full of desire
And pray to this man on the cross
/>It's still giving herself to him
And when these ideas come to her
She barely blushes
The nun has nights like me
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun has a few times
Long sobs of jealousy
And praying that man on the cross
Is still giving herself to him
And when come to her those ideas
We blur so lightly
The nun has like myself
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun sometimes has
Tears full of jealousy
Even on her knees even in prayer
She has shivers of desire
So many sorcerers bewitch her
That the devil takes pleasure in it
Even kneeled even in prayer
She has chills of desire
So many sorcerers cast a spell on her
That the evil makes fun of it
She has beautiful knots of her hair
Under a cornette anonymous
She doesn't know how to look down
The fear of evil makes her feminine
Even tough she ties her hair
Under the anonymous cornet
She doesn' t know how to lower her eyes
The fear of mad feminize her
And to pray to this man on the cross
It is still giving oneself to him
And when these ideas come to him ©es
She barely blushes
The nun has it like me
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun has some times
Sobs long with jealousy
And praying that man on the cross
Is still giving herself to him
And when come to her those ideas
We bluh so lightly
The nun has like myself
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun sometimes has
Tears full of jealousy