Wine is better in your mouth
"I love you" is sweeter in your voice
The night in your body is much
shorter
I'm becoming love sick
I'd like to stroke your hair
I'd love to be the night on your skin
To think that it was all a dream
And then discover you again
And love you like I would do
Like man to woman
To have you as my own
And not be able to believe it
So mine, mine, mine, mine
That you're part of my skin
To meet you was my luck
To love you is my pleasure
woman
I'd like to drink from your breasts
the sweet honey of dawn
My fingers looking for paths
To arrive at the ends of your being
To dance the waltz of the waves
Body to body you and I
To join with you in the shadows
to make you a poem of love
And love you like I would do
Like man to woman
To have you as my own
And not be able to believe it
So mine, mine, mine, mine
That you're part of my skin
To meet you was my luck
To love you is my pleasure