I'll try to translate: TIME TO LOVE. So difficult is to get you when it's raising; when you escape from my arms following the day and you leave me solety signs of your body hidden by the folds of one cold sheet. What difficult is to posses you when the sun crowns; hardly between one hello and one so long you are mine; a mouthful by halves in the middle of an assault to conquer your strength that you render ignited. And I entertain myself letting take to me by your heat that still it encourages and stays by my side until you return, love. And what easy is to make you love when the moon, owner of your life, soaks to you of beauty and with its light I look for you in the half light and I guess you by its reflection in your silhouette. And tired of waitting for me, you demand me to your body and I forget me and I lose myself... in you.
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