Mojame With Your Eternal Love
Sergio Umbria
The soft breeze of your lips, the cold prisna but at the same time
Warm from your arms, your smile that like Sun in the rain
Full of hope my life, wet me with your eternal love
It doesn't matter if I get sick of your passion, I just want to feel
Your wet love
I only know that this love that burns my lips, and fills with desires
My heart and my skin are enervated, as a source that quenches my thirst is you
Love for me, wet me with your love, it doesn't matter if I get soaked
All I just want is to feel your love, your passion, your fervent desires
To love me
The soft breeze of your lips, the cold prisna but at the same time
Warm from your arms, your smile that like Sun in the rain
Full of hope my life, wet me with your eternal love
It doesn't matter if I get sick of your passion, I just want to feel
Your wet love
I want to be moistened with your tender and sensual lips, that I travel
All my skin leaving nothing dry on me I want your arms to pose
In me which avalanche in winter that covers all my skin, that only in you
I feel protected, this love burns my skin, quenches my thirst and fills me with hope
My life
The soft breeze of your lips, the cold prisna but at the same time
Warm from your arms, your smile that like Sun in the rain
Full of hope my life, wet me with your eternal love
It doesn't matter if I get sick of your passion, I just want to feel
Your wet love