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Translation
My Guitar's Twanging
The day's kissing the night
that's preparing to depart
The taste of your lips
(is) the memory of a good wine
Like the autumn sun warms
your presence in my life
(is an) irresistible melody
that I can't stop singing
[Chorus:]
And my guitar's twanging away
and it's singing to the moon
that brings your voice back to me
your profound black eyes
The brightness of your soul
(is) reflected in my memory
I've searched for you for a long time
and at last I find you here
I feel every part
of your body on my skin
Like fields in bloom
the chthonian morning
Brave and vulnerable
the warmth of our embrace
I'm feeling really alive
loving you...
(chorus)
Like the autumn sun warms
your presence in my life
irresistible melody
that I can't stop singing
(chorus) x2
evfokas✕
Federico Aubele: Top 3
| 1. | Postales |
| 2. | Somewhere else |
| 3. | Esta noche |
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