I do not want it to be a dream, imagine myself in the streets of New York with you ... and that black coffee, half warm, ... holding your hand while my thoughts of love towards you did not stop, and so both towards the house ...
I do not want it to be a dream, imagine myself in the streets of New York with you ... and that black coffee, half warm, ... holding your hand while my thoughts of love towards you did not stop, and so both towards the house ...
