A keresés eredménye

Deebee-din

They call me love thief
Because I stole your affection
Like a toy a kid
Fancies as he goes
 
With it I stole your kisses
And a curl of your hair
But I have gotten entangled in them
And I can't escape
 
Deebee-deebee-din, deebee-din
Deebee-deebee-don, deebee-don
All morning long
By your window
I sing this song
 
Deebee-deebee-din, deebee-din
Deebee-deebee-don, deebee-don
This is the sound
Of a loud beat
Of my heart
~ ~ ~
With my guitar in my hand
And a bouquet of flowers in it
Early in the morning
I sing my love as I go
 
And in my song I say
I will never forget you
Even if it costs me my life
I won't stop singing
 
Deebee-deebee-din
Deebee-deebee-don
All morning long
By your window
I sing this song
 
Deebee-deebee-din
Deebee-deebee-don
This is the sound
Of a loud beat
Of my heart
 
Deebee-deebee-din, deebee-din
Deebee-deebee-don, deebee-don
All morning long
By your window
I sing this song
 
Deebee-deebee-din, deebee-din
Deebee-deebee-don, deebee-don
This is the sound
Of a loud beat
Of my heart
 

Singing

I no longer have the sweetness of his kisses,
I wander alone through the world without love.
Another happier mouth will be that master
over his kisses that were all my passion.
 
There are moments when I don't know what happens to me . . .
I have the urge to laugh and to cry.
I harbor jealousies, I have fear that he won't return.
And I love him, I cannot help it.
 
Singing I gave him
my heart, my love,
and from the moment him left
I sing my suffering.
 
Singing I found him,
singing I lost him . . .
Because I don't know how to cry
Singing I'll die.
 
Little miraculous virgin,
forgive me if singing this song that lives within me,
I ask you to bring me what is mine,
that so soon and without wanting I had lost.
 

The Day That You Love Me

The soft murmur of your breathing
Caresses my reverie,
How life laughs
If your black eyes want to see me!
And if you are mine the shelter
Of your light laughter which is like a song,
It allays my wound,
Everything, everything is forgotten . . !
 
The day that you love me
The roses that emblazon
Will dress themselves up for a celebration
With their best color.
To the wind the bells
Shall say your love is mine
And crazy the fountains
Shall tell me of your love.
 
The night that you love me
From the blueness of the sky,
The jealous stars
Will look upon us passing
And a mysterious ray
Will make a nest in your hair,
Curious firefly
That will see . . . that you are my solace . . !
 

Honeysuckle

Old wall
of suburb,
your shadow was
my partner.
Of my childhood
without glory
my friend was
your honeysuckle.
 
When trembling
my first love,
with its hope
kisses my soul,
me with you,
pure and happy,
I was singing
my first confession.
 
Blooming honeysuckles
that saw me born
and in the old wall
surprised my love.
Your humble caress
is like the love
first and beloved
that I feel for him.
 
Blooming honeysuckles
that go climbing,
your arm is tough
and sweet like his.
If every year
your flowers bloom again
make my first love
not to die.
Years passed
and my dellusions
I come to tell you
my old wall..
 
So I learned
that one must fake
to live
decently,
that love and faith
are lies
and of pain
people laughs...
Today that life
has punished me
and taught me
its bitter credo,
old wall
with excitement
I come close to you
and I say like yesterday.
 
Blooming honeysuckles
that saw me born
and in the old wall
surprised my love.
Your humble caress
is like the love
first and beloved
that I feel for him.
Blooming honeysuckles
that go climbing,
your arm is tough
and sweet like his.
If every year
your flowers bloom again
Why my first love
no more returns?
 

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