The Old French Song. На музыку П. И. Чайковского

Ольга Алиса Якушева
The way you touch my soul,
The way you steal my heart,
The way you fill my thoughts -
Isn’t it a miracle?

Wherever I do go,
Whoever I do love,
It’s you my love,
I’m seeking for
My saint home road.

Oh come to me,
I need to be with you.
My eyes can’t see the light
Without you, true.

And whether I’m asleep
Or out the door’s daylight
I feel your arms around my neck...
You kiss so tight

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