Lento

Raindrops on my face
Smell of wet earth
That’s outside the city
Golden skin by the sea

Time changes everything
And in just four weeks
From a game of seduction
To a great love story

Those kisses in the moonlight
Scented with salt
Those warm hands on my waist
Where have they gone?

Slow and intensely strong
A rush of pure love
Slow fire burning non-stop
My poor heart

Slow and softly naive
Like slow steps of a glacier
Getting more intense
More and more necessary

How sad all the letters
What a strange feeling
To carry you inside me
And be so far from you

Your words in the moonlight
Scented with salt
Those arms like a prison on my waist
Where have they gone?

Slow and intensely strong
A rush of pure love
Slow fire burning non-stop
My poor heart

Getting more intense
More and more necessary

Slow fire burning non-stop
My poor heart