Kissing

Stampa   |   Correggere

The red light of the sun,
Slowly descending
The sky is all I see,
It's never ending

We could fly,
You and I
On a cloud,
Kissing, kissing

The wind plays with the leaves,
The weather turns colder
But as long as we believe,
Love doesn't get older

We could fly,
You and I
On a cloud,
Kissing, kissing

On a journey of the heart,
There's so much to see
And when the sky is dark,
You'll be right here,
Right here with me

Right here with me
Kissing

(Kissing, kissing)
(A journey of the heart)






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