Enjoying seeing you smile
Wasting hours to watch you sleep
While the world runs in vain
I take the time, the old man wastes solitude< br/>Among the pigeons in Praça da Sé
The sunset invades the floor of the apartment
Reds are yours kisses
How sweet your eyes are
Seeing that everything can go backwards
That that old man could be me
Deep in the soul there is loneliness
And a cold that begs for comfort
Red are your kisses
They almost burn me
How sweet are your eyes
Wool Thin face
Your kisses are red
They almost burn me
How sweet are your eyes
Wilky face
See that everything can go backwards
That that old man could be me
Deep in the soul there is solitude
And a cold that begs for comfort
Reds alone ÂYour kisses
Almost burn me
How sweet your eyes are
Wilky face
Your kisses are red
Your kisses are red
Your kisses are red
Your kisses are red. br/>They almost burn me
How sweet your eyes are
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