Looking back

I'm looking back over my shoulder

Wanting to find a part of my past.

I see a truck with broken windows,

With engine damaged, 

As it was often my heart.

I go back baby, 

I go back with my mind 

On the old heavy road 

Feeling a taste of wormwood;

My life was not so good until I met you,

Since then, my sky is always blue;

My life was not so good until I met you,

Since then, my sky is always blue.

Springtime is in me as before,

The sun shines more and more

In my pure, gentle soul. 

When I think of your love, 

I can fly as a dove.

Your loving arms

Are my shelter in cold winter days,

Your love is my coat

In every autumn with endless rains.

Your eyes like the diamonds

Are stars in my lonely nights,

Your kisses are my sweetness

In times of sadness,

Your lips, are my tasty peaches.

Even if today you're far away,

I pray, I pray that you come back;

You belong to me, I belong to you;

We are two, but with the love

We'll be powerful as three.

You belong to me, I belong to you;

We are two, but with the love

We'll be powerful as three.

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© Crisastemis / 2017

From the Volume - The colors of love