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Camilo Sesto - Quieres Ser Mi Amante

Chris Norman - Woman In Love

"A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swims through your eyes
And like the doors
To a wide vast dominion
They open to your prise
This is no terror ground
Or place for the rage
No broken hearts
White wash lies
Just a taste for the truth
Perfect taste choice and meaning
A look into your eyes
Blind to the gemstone alone
A smile from a frown circles round
Should he stay or should he go
Let him shout a rage so strong
A rage that knows no right or wrong
And take a little piece of you
There is no middle ground
Or that's how it seems
For us to walk or to take
Instead we tumble down
Either side left or right
To love or to hate"

πήξαμε στίς αμερικανιές,λέω νά τό δούμε καί κάπως αλλιώς
"We never dedicated ourselves
dedicated songs, the right songs
perhaps because of us
Nobody ever talks about it

We never said the words
we never said the right words
not even by mistake
not even by mistake in silence

The city is full of fountains
but thirst never disappears
it will be the distraction
will be, will be, will be
that I always have the Sahara in my mouth

The city is full of shops
but then they always close
and I remain alone
to give the rest to the world

If in the streets
or in the confusion
it rained your name
I would like to drink one letter at a time
in the midst of a thousand people
station after station
and if I do not go down to the right one it's your fault

We've never really seen each other
we never really got around
not even by mistake
not even by mistake in silence
the city meets your desert
that I have always been watering
it will be my mission
will be, will be, will be
that I have a flower in my mouth

If in the streets
or in the confusion
it rained your name
I would like to drink one letter at a time
in the midst of a thousand people
station after station
and if I do not come down to the right one it's my fault

But without you who I am
a pile of stacked expenses
a book in French that I do not even know
not even me
if you have to go pay me
sorry if I think aloud
sorry if I think aloud

If in the streets
or in the confusion
it rained your name
I would like to drink one letter at a time
in the midst of a thousand people
station after station
and if I do not come down to the right one it's my fault"