Lyrics
by Celso Gilberti
Music
by Ricardo Pieroni
When
I think of you,
My
heart stops.
When
I remember your lips,
I
feel only the drops.
Of
my eyes…
Rolling
down…
Like
a river,
That
dies.
Dried,
without your love,
Dried,
with no rain in the skies.
So,
I cry, so I die,
With
no love of my own…
So,
I feel, so I ask,
Come
back my love, give me a tear to cry…

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