These feelings I carry are mine,
but they do not belong to me...
To her who despite knowing infinite accents...
You're symphony of the forgotten civilization...
It's a pity love can't
Be fixed like a car...
What is Love to you? She asked
You remember, sometime ago, you asked, if it would...
Your pretty face and gentle smile
Is always on my mind...
If fifty suitors claim their love for you
And mine include, how could you end with me...
The drizzle that went down
And wetted your black oiled hair...
Baby, I swear,
I name the roads for you...
You have been on my mind
For a quarter of a century...
Fridays at work are always good
And goes quickly like it should...
I was comfortable
with you...
Love has filled the air
Once again, but no one cares...