I would tell you: I'm so happy
when I'm near you
tthat I will never adjust
If I don't hear the freshness of your voice
So you see, nothing is the same
everything is cold when your not here
little white pigeon:
take my song on your wings
tell her that the nights haven't gone quiet
they've told me about love and haven't gone away
tell her that I love her, and I miss her
that I haven't forgotten, and that I've suffered.
I know my faults,
but understand that love forgives everything
and never ends.
My love, now you see, nothing is the same
Evrything is useless when your not here
little white pigeon:
take my song on your wings
tell her that the nights haven't gone quiet
they've told me about love and haven't gone away
tell her that I love her, and I miss her
that I haven't forgotten, and that I've suffered.
and a lightened gull
between the waves of the see
moves taking the blue
which I couldn't give
and the dawn with kisses of tulle.
Tell her that the nights haven't gone quiet
they ttalked about love and haven't gone away
tell her that I love her and miss her
that I haven't forgotten
and that I've suffered