Kamran
paris.kormaris
Sun, 14/10/2012 - 00:30
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Slave and Master
Don’t know the magic of your eyes,
Don’t know what your mouth is made of;
That dominates my breaths
That drives me insane
I do not know how I loved you,
Neither how I worshipped you
I feel like dying thousand times
When I am not looking at you
By night when I put myself to bed
I pray to God that I forget you
And to the alert dawn
Only to adore you.
What influence your lips have,
When they kiss me I tremble
They make me feel like a slave
And master of the universe.
By night when I put myself to bed
I pray to God that I forget you
And to the alert dawn
Only to adore you.
What influence your lips have,
When they kiss me I tremble
They make me feel like a slave
And master of the universe.
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Comments
paris.kormaris
Sun, 14/10/2012 - 00:30
Mary Helen
Mon, 01/08/2016 - 05:27
There's some errors here in the translation
Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. Stand With Ukraine!
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