She wore her years cheeky,
like Kotor* its centuries.
I guarded her inside me,
like strictly secret I kept her.
Ref.
Oh, how she caress with her lips,
Oh,how she whispers with her fingers!
In dreamland we went,
we shared blackberries with the kisses,
she was the queen of touch,
my joy for nights.
Ref. 2x
She was a magician
in her hair she was hiding intoxicating scents.
I always remember,
and going again to Kotor, to feel it again.
*Kotor-old medieval city in Adriatic coast.