Celine Dion
Miscellaneous
The Nun
Even on her knees, even in prayer
She remembers Italy
Jesus Mary and our Father
C' is little to tell you that she forgets you
Even kneeled, even in prayer
She remembers Italy
Jesus, Marie and our Father
It's little say that she's forgetting you
On the other side of hell
She remembers saying yes
To passion for light
To mad love to infinity
The other side of the hell
She remembers having said yes
To passion to light
To crazy love to infinite
And pray to this man on the cross
It's still give herself to him
And when these ideas come to her
She barely blushes
The nun has, like me
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun has a few times
Long sobs of jealousy
And praying that man on the cross
Is still giving herself to him
And when come to her those ideas
We blur so lightly
The nun has like myself
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun sometimes has
Tears full of jealousy
Meme on my knees even in prayer
She hears his voice calling her
She sees boats on the sea
She sees hotel rooms again
Even kneeled even in prayer
She's hearing his voice calling her
She's seeing boats on ocean
She's seeing hotel rooms again
On the other side of this wall
There is the sun of life
He there are lips who whisper
A lips thirsty for desire
The other side of this wall
There's the sun of life
There are lips who whisper
To lips full of desire
And to pray to this man on the cross
It's still giving oneself to him
And when these ideas come to him
It's barely if she blushes
The nun has like me
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun has a few times
Long sobs of jealousy
And praying that man on the cross
Is still giving herself to him
And when come to her those ideas
We bluh so lightly
The nun has like myself
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun sometimes has
Tears full of jealousy
Even on her knees even in prayer
She has shivers of desire
So many sorcerers bewitch her
May the devil takes pleasure in it
Even kneeled even in prayer
She has chills of desire
So many sorcerers cast a spell on her
That the Evil makes fun of it
Elle can tie her hair in a beautiful knot
Under an anonymous hat
She doesn't know how to lower her eyes
The fear of evil makes her feminine
Even tough she ties her hair
Under the anonymous cornet
She doesn't know how to lower her eyes
The fear of mad feminize her
And pray to this man on the cross
It's still giving oneself to him
And when these ideas come to her
She barely blushes
The nun has like me
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun a few times
Long sobs of jealousy
And praying that man on the cross
Is still giving herself to him
And when come to her those ideas
We bluh so lightly
The nun has like myself
Nights of love in nostalgia
The nun sometimes has
Tears full of jealousy

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