I look for it, I look for it, I look for it...
In all the corners of the world,
This despair sense of tenderness.
I look for it, I think about it, I want it...all what Attracts and that few what is still prohibited.
Nevertheless it must be!
I look around...
Or am I looking for the impossible?
I only look for love!
I touch myself, I touch myself, I touch myself
To understand if it is a dream.
If I wake up and there is someone nearby
At a certain moment a look will appear,
In a hurry, with two words thrown there.
“You even don't feel...
Even you are so hot”.
What a tenderness,
But what a tenderness
Which is born from your look?
I hope, it will not come to an end here.
Desperately to look for
Desperately..love.
It is an emergency message.
The love desperately
Has become
A difficult aim.
Desperately...love.
A natural appeal, the crossing of thoughts,
Desperately..love,
Desperately..love.
Nevertheless there are so many people here, so many smiles, thousands words.
I had to feel myself not so lonely, not so lonely.
And we are lonely.
We search for each other and as always greet and come back home.
Even his look becomes one of many
And his words like this
And it comes to an end as always here.
Desperately to look for
Desperately..love.
It is an emergency message.
The love desperately
Has become
A difficult aim.
Desperately...love.
A natural appeal, the crossing of thoughts,
Desperately..love.