And how many times in time with a simple gesture does the world stop for a moment?
Give me your kisses that heal me, give me fresh kisses,
kisses from heaven, thousands of kisses.
How many words we wasted, how many dead times...
I was tempted to give you a kiss.
I know that my pupils are getting bigger and your fresh lips
graze my neck, it's because of your kisses.
And I know, that fear and pain
are transformed into the kisses we gave each other.
And don't stop kissing me,
even if everything is dark and noisy
when the sky is red and the stars fly,
don't let me go.
Don't let go of me.