The Art Of Love
Beautiful is the light of your glance
And sweet is your breath
These grasslands run from here to there
Giving you back the kisses you give
There are no witnesses who can tell what they have seen
The secret is always confidential
There are no doubts nor fear
These are kisses of the art of loving you.
Kisses of the art of loving you
Kisses of the art of love
The ray of light of a new day
Don뭪 come, not now
Hugs of joy are not lacking
You don뭪 show yourself in my balcony
I am in debt of these kisses with such beauty,
Come tomorrow, come and do me this favor
Fill me with your kisses
These are kisses of the art of loving you
Kisses of the art of loving you
Kisses of the art of love
All pain and shyness are lost
With my hand on my chest, I love you, I swear
Immersed in what you give to me and what I give to you
Beautiful is the light of your glance
And sweet is your breath
These grasslands run from here to there
Giving you back the kisses you give...
Fill me with your kisses...
These are kisses of the art of loving you
Kisses of the art of loving you
Kisses of the art of love