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Routine
The sun has not come yet
And the alarm clock just rang a little ago.
From my bedroom's door, amidst the morning gloom
I look once again.
Your body, asleep and barely covered,...
almost does not let me go.
I close my eyes, turn around.
With an effort, I must to go.
Same driving, Same hours.
The same thoughts come.
My body is with me but my mind...
is still with her
Now, I imagine her hands...
Searching in vain for my presence...
In our bed.
I wonder what she thinks.
I'm coming for one more...
Working day, that begins.
While, at home, she awakens ...
for the routine of her day.
I can almost see the warm water...
sliding over her body...
and drops, coloured by the light,...
that comes from the window
She does her hair...
and wears her favorite perfume.
In front of the mirror, all her gorgerous body...
She hides it wearing a dress.
After a coffee, her look gets distant...
And she gets lost in thoughts.
She lights a cigarette...
And looking at the smoke, she halts and thinks of me
The day goes on, the evening comes...
And I wait for the night.
I'm counting the hours that keep me far from...
all that I want the most.
My face lights up a smile...
in the moment to leave back home.
I can not control my longing...
to run away right this moment
The traffic makes me lose my temper.
And thoughts go on and on...
haunting around me many times.
She comes to watch the street.
The door opens and suddenly I...
get enclosed by her arms...
And our love begins...
And it only ends when another day is born.
A routine day, a routine day
The sun has not come yet...
into a routine day
Our love begins and ends....
When one more day comes
A routine day
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Roberto Carlos: 3-те най-преглеждани
| 1. | Cama y mesa |
| 2. | Lady Laura |
| 3. | Esse Cara Sou Eu |
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