Axelle Red
Miscellaneous
A Tientas
I talk about my boy, I talk about my love and me,
it causes I don't know what that no one else makes me feel.
When he looks at me in a daze I fall at his feet,
with certain nuances, even angels like him.
When he moves, all he has to do is tremble,
I can feel that love.
When he moves away, when he stays,
with him moving gropingly I arrive, I arrive, I arrive.
After our encounter I feed only on him He,
has a what do I know, that turns my being into mush.
And whoever falls behaves with vanity,
he provokes the masses, he cultivates their fragility well.
When it moves, it only trembles,
I can feel that love groping.
When it moves away, when it stays,
with it groping I arrive, I arrive, I arrive .
How much he loves me, he has told me and I know,
when he loves me I will have no problem.
To grope, to grope... I arrive.
When it moves, it only trembles,
I can feel that love groping.
When it moves away, when it stays,
with it groping I arrive,
I arrive, I arrive, I arrive... I arrive.

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