I seek it, I seek it, I seek it...
in all the corners of the world
this desperate feeling of tenderness
I seek it, I think of it, I want it...all what appeal
and the little that remains still forbidden
nevertheless must be there!
I am looking around
or I seek the impossible?
I only seek love!
I touch myself, I touch myself, I touch myself
to understand if I am dreaming
if I am awake and there is someone near here
to a certain point arrives
a glance
with two words, casted here in a hurry...
"also you do not feel...
also you... how warm it is"
what tenderness
but what tenderness
that borns from your glance
I hope that it will not finish here
Desperately looking for
desperately... love
it is an emergeny message
desperately... love
has become a need
a difficult goal
Desperately... love
a natural lure, the crossing of the thoughs
desperately... love...
desperately... love...
Nevertheless, here are a lot of people, many smiles, a thousand sayings
I should feel at least a little bit less alone
instead I am and we are alone
we search and as always we greet and return to home
also your glance
becomes one among many
and so your words
and it finishes here as always
Desperately looking for...desperately... love
it is an emergency message
desperately... love
has become a need
a difficult goal
desperately... love
a natural lure, the crossing of the thoughs
Desperately...love...