I would like to be able to give you what I miss,
I would like to be able to tell you what I do not know,
I would like this page to turn white to write I love you.
I would like this page to turn white to write I love you.
Blessed is the light so I can look at you,
cover it with the shirt when we make love.
Blessed is the highway especially at night,
that when I drive alone I listen to music and I think
of you and I think of you and sooner or later I arrive.
And if you're still sleeping I like it even more that I wake you up,
I kiss you and then you fall asleep again.
I would like to be able to give you what I miss,
I would like to be able to tell you what I do not know,
I would like this page to turn white to write I love you.
I would like this page to turn white to write I love you.
Blessed is the delay that made us meet,
the day I should have been on time,
they are still waiting but I have changed the program,
since you have been in life and I run away
and I follow you and then we reach each other.
Our melody is an inescapable tango.
I would like to be able to give you what I miss,
I would like to be able to tell you what I do not know,
I would like this page to turn white to write I love you.
I would like this page to turn white to write I love you.
Blessed is the rose,
especially the thorns that make it
possible to hold it in hand with care
because the most beautiful things are in balance,
just like the story of the two of us that smells and that
stings and that does not give us peace unless we want it,
that I run away and follow you and then we
reach each other.
Our melody is an inescapable tango.
I would like this page to turn white to write I love you.