Alma Mia

My soul, alone, always alone
Without anyone understanding
Your suffering, your horrible pain
Pretending, an existence, always full
Of happiness and pleasure, of happiness and pleasure

If I found a soul, like mine
How many secret things I would tell
A soul that looking at me, without saying anything
Would tell me everything, with its gaze

A soul that intoxicates with gentle breath
That when kissing me feels what I feel
And sometimes I wonder, what would happen
If I found a soul, like mine

A soul that looking at me without saying anything
Would tell me everything with its gaze
A soul that intoxicates with gentle breath
And when kissing me feels what I feel
And sometimes I wonder, what would happen
If I found a soul, like mine