Lord I see that you are preparing me for a long...
My eyes have been opened for your love sustains...
Girl: Can you promise me something?
Boy: What's that...
Set your eyes on something pleasant.
Let them wander trough the present...
Set your eyes on something pleasant.
Let them wander trough the present...
Dear Emilia, soon you are here
The Color of your green eyes bright and clear...
I am by now skillful in Europe
Some parts at least...
Nothing like love
nothing like love...
A cold flame,
burns so hot it freezes me...
Undying devotion,
that's what love means...
We started this travel
With our hearts in our hands...
Hands are intimate objects of affections
Hold hands on dirty streets, forget the vague...
This boy... he's a sour orange juice
That washes over me, like a wave to cruise...