Amor, Amor
Daniel Agostini
Love, Love
Where is love?
Has anyone found it, please?
Or not?
Where could it be?
It may be lost, but not dead
It may be tired, it may be chained
Or perhaps it's asleep, in the shadow of a past
Love, love
That you paint yourself in any color
As profound as the wind
As distant as time itself
And as blinding as the Sun
Love, love
If you hear me and if you can see me
Do not deny me your refuge
Fill a little of my life
Fill a little of my being
Where is love?
Has anyone found it yet, please?
Or still not?
Where could it be?
It may be lost, yet not perish
It may be weary, it may be bound
Or perhaps it slumbers in the shadow of a bygone past
Love, love
That you adorn yourself in any color you please
As deep as the wind
As distant as time
And as blinding as the Sun
Love, love
If you hear me and if you can see me
Please do not deny me your shelter
Fill a fragment of my life
Fill a fragment of my essence
Love, love!
That you paint yourself in any color
As deep as the wind
As distant as time
And as blinding as the Sun
Love, love
If you hear me and if you can see me
Do not deny me your refuge
Fill a little of my life
Fill a little of my being
Fill a little of my being
A little of my being, oh
Oh, love
Oh, love!
