Anita Ven

I would like to confess my affection to you
I wish you understand my pain
I don't know how I will explain
My affection, my passion, my love
But I fear failing.

Maybe it's lack of optimism
That makes me refuse my confession;
I can't bear it anymore,
I sense you will accept me
Then I will sing for my triumph.

I will be happy, and I will be moved in your arms
And to the chords of a modest waltz,
I will offer you complete happiness.

Anita come, caress me as I long for
If you understand reality well,
Don't torment my being out of pity.

I will be happy, and I will be moved in your arms
And to the chords of a modest waltz,
I will offer you complete happiness.

Anita come, caress me as I long for
If you understand reality well,
Don't torment my being out of pity.