Have you ever wondered why I am a parishioner,
Do you know who I think of day and night?
I wake up in the night from the sky in search of the moon,
Do you know or do you not know, my soul?
I am your humor,
You are my sweet pain,
May you come and slowly become my
Mani half.
Slowly thinking,
Without love my heart is sick, My cries are piled up -
Come slowly without torture. (x2)
I miss you day by day, I wake up at night, I wait for a sign from you, I wonder if I'm good or bad,
I don't know,
but I definitely love you, I'm alive.
I am your humor,
You are my sweet pain,
May you come and slowly become my
Mani half.
Slowly thinking,
Without
love my heart is sick, My cries are piled up -
Come slowly without torture. (x4)
Think slowly…
Think slowly…