Your heart is a lonely street
The sounds of my steps dissolved in it.
Only the airplanes are kissing the air,
There, where we did not venture to say.
I love you, and with a subtle dotted line
I'll draw a path among the stars.
I love you, and to the whole world
I want to admit it, I want to confess.
Give me your hand, forget all the doubts
Let the paper ship carry them away.
City of love ...the model of mood,
There is you and me, the rest does not matter.
I love you, and with a subtle dotted line
I'll draw a path among the stars.
I love you, and to the whole world
I want to admit it, I want to confess.