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Luis Miguel
They Say
They say, that making love without barriers or brakes
Delirium fades away, dreams are forgotten
Satiety is reached, desire cools down
They say, they say, that's how love is.
If that's how love is, ours has little more than half a moon left
the time that open roses last in spring
we need a night for my kisses to gallop through valleys and mountains
and always end up making love
They say, that making love under suns and stars
The mystery ends, the poem dies
Jealousy is less and the fire doesn't burn
They say, they say, that's how love is.
If that's how love is, ours has little more than half a moon left
the time that open roses last in spring
we need a night for my kisses to gallop through valleys and mountains
and always end up making love
If that's how love is, ours has little more than half a moon left
the time that open roses last in spring
we need a night for my kisses to gallop through valleys and mountains
and always end up making love
