They say, that by making love without barriers or brakes
Delirium goes away, dreams are forgotten
You reach boredom, desire cools
They say, They say, that's what love is like
If that's what love is like, ours has little more than a half moon left
The time that open roses last in the spring
We are missing one night when my kisses gallop through valleys and mountains
And we always end up making love
They say, making love under suns and stars
The mystery ends, the poem dies
Jealousy is less and the fire does not burn
They say, they say, that this is what love is like
If this is what love is like, ours has little more left half moon
The time that open roses last in spring
We are missing one night when my kisses gallop through valleys and mountains
And we always end up making love
If so It is love, ours has little more than a half moon left
The time that open roses last in spring
We are missing one night when my kisses gallop through valleys and mountains />And we always end up making love