When it's sunset and the heart
walks with its colors of passion is hard not to think
while watching the same sun that is born from the sea
between the embrace of the waves the sky at dawn
refreshed by the winds of desire.
When it's sunset and seagulls
go to sleep between the reflection of the silver moon
is hard not to think
your eyes
behind a window facing the sea on the hill
moonlit
walks with its colors of passion is hard not to think
while watching the same sun that is born from the sea
between the embrace of the waves the sky at dawn
refreshed by the winds of desire.
When it's sunset and seagulls
go to sleep between the reflection of the silver moon
is hard not to think
your eyes
behind a window facing the sea on the hill
moonlit
in our destiny
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