CineArteMusica

A true love of mine.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long, if it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, that's the way I remember her best.
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all. Many times I've often prayed in the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Vos

Fourteen days to you, fourteen days to fly, fourteen days to sigh deep down inside. I'll say "I love you" three times with my eyes closed, pretending I'm John, singing with my guitar, looking up to the sky, waiting for that moment where we two beat as one.

Catorce días hasta vos, catorce días para volar, catorce días para suspirar desde lo profundo. Voy a decir tres veces "te amo" con los ojos cerrados, haciendo de cuenta que soy John, cantando con mi guitarra, mirando al cielo, esperando ese momento en el que los dos vamos a latir como uno.

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