Nocturnal
Pedro Infante
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Nocturnal
Through the palms
That sleep peacefully
The silver Moon lulls
In the tropical sea
And my arms stretch out hungrily
In search of you
In the night, a perfume of flowers evokes
Your intoxicating breath
And the sweet kiss of your mouth
And my lips wait thirstily
For a kiss from you
I feel you're next to me
But it's a lie, it's an illusion, ah-ah-ah
And so I spend the hours
And I spend the nights
Asking life for the miracle
Of being with you
And maybe not even in your dreams
Do you remember me
I feel you're next to me
But it's a lie, it's an illusion, ah
And so I spend the hours
And I spend the nights
Asking life for the miracle
Of being with you
And maybe not even in your dreams
Do you remember me