Woman and colors
Bacana
In this infinite garden
There are infinite flowers
Each one more beautiful, more lovely than the other
They all have a sixth sense
Each one a name
And their perfume so unique, so particular
In this infinite garden
There are infinite flowers
Each one more beautiful, more lovely than the other
They all have a sixth sense
Each one a name
And their perfume so unique, so particular
Each with its own color, simple or splendid
Special, seductive, shining in the clog, anywhere it doesn't matter, it's all the same
From sky blue to sea blue, golden yellow, green hope
Secrets of a gesture, expression of a look
They are desires of my lips, my addiction without remorse
And the the taste of hazelnut is the evil that feels so good, the good that feels so bad
Shimmering lights
Stunning poison
Fuel for love
Shimmering lights
Stunning poison
Fuel for love
Each with its own color, simple or splendid
Special, seductive, brilliant in size, in any corner it doesn't hurt, it's all the same
From sky blue to sea blue, golden yellow, green hope
Secrets of a gesture, expression of a look
They are desires of my lips, my vice without remorse
And the taste of hazelnut is the evil that feels so good, the good that feels so bad
Shimmering lights
Stunning poison
Fuel for love
Shimmering lights
Poison stunning
Fuel for love