Take yours
it´s your turn
my love is going to you like the missile
take yours
it´s your turn
what is choosen from me
It was looking at you and fall in love
there I said that man is mine
you discovered me and you approached
and you ask me if I want to dinner with you
Mister waiter, one portion of love
I´m hungry to be loved
I want a table only for two
in this dark corner
Many candles and soft wines
the melody didn´t move
I reached for your hand looking for a glass
with neglect I take mine
Mister waiter, one portion of love
I´m hungry to be loved
I want a table only for two
in this dark corner