Borsato Marco
Domenica
Soft like a breeze that rustles through the trees
My lips form your name and I think of you
Every night I see you in my dreams
I'll whisper close to your mouth how much I love you
Oh yes, I know you're not free
But I'll wait until you're mine
Domenica
Someday one day you will listen to me
And then you will understand that we were made for each other
Until that day I will only whisper
I wait for a sign from you a look or a gesture
Oh yes, I know you are not free
But I have patience and I will wait until you are mine
I dream of us here in the dark
I see your face and in my head our whispers are heard
Domenica, domenica
Oh yes, I know you are not free
But I have patience and I will wait until you are mine
I wait for you if it takes ages
I whisper your name, but one day the day will come
When I will shout it
Domenica, domenica, domenica

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