The warm lips of a woman
(Indisponível)
nights are here strange dilemmas
street lights quickly fading
and in the room of darkness
the scent of her hair
floats all about me
nights are here indifferent shadows
when i sleep i shield my face
and i always dream
the warm lips of a woman
on the edge of explosion
nights are here unknown tales
i put out my cigarette
and get up in silence
not letting anyone slips into my dreams
i take pleasure in every moment
and watch her secretly
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