The wind of feeling in the leavesBlows and plays upon the flute,I rock your fragile portraitUpon the waves of love...
Lasgushian is this lyricIn a lake of feelings, a river,Your eyes, like Saint Mary’s,To whom we pray on our knees...
Then the kisses, games, the songs,After that, comes dreamy sleep...
When you step onto the boulevard Honey on your lips, your body art... You sway so lightly, dusk and dawn, A fragile dream of soft caresses... You scatter light, scent,…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…
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