Il Condor
Gigliola Cinquetti
The Condor
Love like a condor will descend
It will strike my heart
Then it will go away
The moon will bloom in the desert
You will come, just a kiss and then
You will leave me
Who knows where you will go tomorrow
What will you do?
Will you think of me?
I know, you never stop
But think that I wouldn't live
How could I?
A flower will bloom from the pain
It will sting my heart
Then it will die
Love like a condor will fly
Up there and so never
Return
I know, you never stop
But think that I wouldn't live
How could I?
