We thought and we let ourselves take by its breeze,
But this time... that is haste,
It moves away to us of our illusion,
Because the present this now in action.
Someday,
Your glance me would find it,
Because your you are my love of always,
Not it perhaps wise, If! you it always repeated it.
Someday,
Your body
touched mine, In order to let run the rivers, Of our feelings... yours and mine.
Someday,
Your kisses of honey, And your hands of pleasing,
They arrived at
his true destiny.
Someday, Someday, Someday,
You will know that always it wanted to you.
Beautiful flower of my life.........
