And in the morning, at dawn, half asleep,
I wake you up from touching, to goose bumps
To pray to you and not suffer in languor,
Among white sheets, chamomile leaves
Through a dream to feel you, so tenderly,
With passionate waves of love
And it can be hard to merge sometimes
Sing me with yourself only ... so ...
We will mix the aroma of coffee with the body,
Dizzy with passion as we taste each other
While I was sleeping, I wanted you in a dream,
I was waiting so long for a kiss to wake you up ...