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My loving woman
As our love grows well,
I do not want to leave,
This shy bud,
Velvet skin I do not wake up,
With the cold ice,
You'd think for a farewell.
I'm just going to take your clothes
And to kill the past,
now there's you.
My loving woman, woman poem
Squirrel afraid I do,
And in the morning you were a woman;
If I lose you win I would go,
It would be too much and might not know it,
But you sleep a little, 'I will return.
Com 'hard to explain
For a woman her part,
When you want it to leave,
She touches me and inside the body dies,
How sad if you
do not make love with you.
My loving woman, a woman of farewell,
Squirrel afraid I do,
Who will notice that you're a woman;
I'll will try my sweet lover,
But you know, tell me no,
And here I were to die on your door.
I'll will try my sweet lover,
But you know, tell me no,
And here I were to die on your door.
José Ramírez✕
Umberto Tozzi: En İyi 3
| 1. | Ti amo |
| 2. | Gente di mare |
| 3. | Gloria |
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