Where are those kisses fall?
These slow and passionate kisses,
To sweeten my lips,
Hill they are caressing my body,
Like butterflies to May flowers ?.
Where are your laughter and your tears?
They are hitting my mind every night,
Every morning, every day .. and look between the sheets rubbing your hands,
Your caresses it because I love you.
And it is in spring, summer, autumn, winter
And it's cold, heat, wind,
That I cling to not forget,
Because if I do I die.
Where are those kisses fall?
These slow and passionate kisses,
That sweeten my lips,
Hill caressing my body,
Like butterflies to May flowers ?.
