My Little Coffer Of Love
You are my sky, you are my life
My weight, you are my measure
My little coffer of love
While I am waiting for you
My soul is all it burning
Is this fire very fire
The times I remember with jalousie
Your little face, your deep smell
Your little way of kissing me
I am almost dying from will
Of embracing your little body
And to kill my loneleness
Come back, my well, my love, my life
I waiting for you, come back fast
Because my heart is almost stopping
I hope to give many kisses, embracings
To feel your heat
I want see you
Hug you, coutain you
Dying fast of love
Writer/s: Elias Soares / João Martins
