Source   When the time comes, in the humid and silent night, where the air whispers secrets and the heart feels acclaimed. The clouds, with grey discontent, cover the moon with their gaze, and the wind,

Source   I will not promise you eternal love, nor a cloudless sky, nor a perfect world, but with my hands I will trace paths that will guide you smoothly on this journey. You will be the moon that dances

Source   Give me the last night! under the starry mantle of luck, where the whisper of the wind tells stories of lost loves. Let's dance the Dance of Love, a waltz of intertwined hearts, dancing to the

Source   The best night was wasted, in your hands, a flash of light, the sweet flowed, a gentle reproach, on your luscious lips, my cross. Starlight dancing in your laughter, a whisper that the wind caressed,