Wine is better in your mouth
"I love you" is sweeter from your voice
The night on your body is shorter
I'm getting sick with love.
I'd like to stroke your hair
I'd like to make a night in your skin
I want to think that it was all a dream
Only to wake up and discover you again
And love you the way that I would
Like a man should love a woman
To have you like you're just mine
And to not be able to believe it
So mine, mine, mine, mine
That you are a part of my skin
To meet you was my luck
To love you is a pleasure, woman.
I would like to drink from your chest
The honey of dawn
My fingers searching for trails
And arrive at the end of your being.
Dance the waltz of the waves
Our bodies touching
Merge with you in the shadow
And write you a love poem.
And love you the way that I would
Like a man should love a woman
To have you like you're just mine
And to not be able to believe it
So mine, mine, mine, mine
That you are a part of my skin
To meet you was my luck
To love you is a pleasure, woman.