If our love was a celebration If only you were here,
my beauty to take a secret trip to my embrace and to become a prayer on my lips it's a mistake to love you,
they say but how can I decline that kind of mistake...
If our love was a celebration and not a torture,
or a shame if it was a night without a dawn the count of the heart and the enemy of the logic if love was different,
my love They have stolen my joy,
Virgin Mary a borrowed hope are my dreams and on the roads I wander like crazy it's a mistake to love you,
they say but how can I decline that kind of mistake...
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