Because it's night and you smile and ask:
"What's beautiful? "
And I say "Look at the lights"
and in you, the same shiver of mine starts.
Every breath will have a breathing so close ...
A beautiful night in which people are shaking themselves,
Sweetly, sweetly between the leaves of the trees...
My hands, that now I imagine,
like travelling on your wonderful, beautiful, beautiful skin...In this wonderful night now...
...wonderful
It's night and how many people make that love that we are sliding, ...
A face of a woman, and my face...
Goodbye, tirednesses!
And the smile I send to you returns to me like kisses and feeds my kiss...
Beautiful nights that waste themselves.
Beautiful mouths but they don't know what they say.
but what to say if...the eyes express themselves?
Otherwise, what is to be said if the eyes are speaking...
They know everything about your beautiful, beautiful skin...in the night which is wonderful now...
...wonderful
They relax,
the beautiful hands that calm themselves,
they slid a moment ago on the beautiful, beautiful skin...in the wonderful night ...
It's night and you are pacific.
While you listen to them who are falling asleep
All the kisses on your beautiful, beautiful skin...in the wonderful night ...
... How wonderful it is !