Silver and ivory moon,
rose water yearning April,
troubadour light and easy
magic spark lives in you.
Divine is the hope
divine my love for you,
precedes desire cravings
and cravings overtake me.
Arena next,
sand will,
in the grooves of your trip
I want to record your name.
He shudders silence
when the memory emerges
and tears shine
when hovering over her cheek.
Northern Soul came
and lunged like a hurricane
your life transformed my life
and now I want to change my life.
Song of emotions,
your look is a sing
with eyes that light up
poderte name only.
History is born of silence,
a silence that can be felt
in memory turns the desire
and it strikes me as really.
Hands ply curves
winding that come and go
my world goes mad in your path
and spending can not finish.
The night takes my life
and your mind goes back to shine
precedes the moment of joy
and my cravings can be touched