I still remember you, I still can hear your soft voice of little girl
I can still feel the smell of your hair, my little girl, yet I can hear you smile
sweet September nights ¿when they will come again? jubilant days of love where did they go?
We lie much!! I know,but we were forbidden lovers, you, beautiful flower field,
Me, a young lion suffering... Let me know if you still love me! the train still awaits us...
You were a short summer, perhaps a lie but I still insist on back to you...
Wrap me again in your red petals, enchant me again with your sweet look
Steal me without leaving traces, honey, just give me a moment
And you will not regret, I swear.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC
I still remember you, I still can hear your soft voice of little girl
I can still feel the smell of your hair, my little girl, yet I can hear you smile
sweet September nights ¿when they will come again? jubilant days of love where did they go?
We lie much!! I know,but we were forbidden lovers, you, beautiful flower field,
Me, a young lion suffering... Let me know if you still love me! the train still awaits us...
You were a short summer, perhaps a lie but I still insist on back to you...
Wrap me again in your red petals, enchant me again with your sweet look
Steal me without leaving traces, honey, just give me a moment
And you will not regret, I swear.
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