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I will love you, my dark-skinned girl
I bring you here nailed
It doesn't matter what they say in mass
Nor that you are married
I already dream of your smile
And your face on my pillow

The stones on the road
Are found rolling if that's what destiny wanted
I will continue to adore you
Because in the end, with my love, I harm no one

It wasn't my fault, you see
That you kissed me a month ago
I didn't plan to open my heart to anyone
That's why I want you to give me those little kisses again
So that people can criticize us with reason

The stones on the road...