Imagine sitting on the balcony, drink some wine and watch when you talk about something you like
and imagine to look at you when you laugh at something I say
and your hair looks beautiful in the light of the summer night
Someting happens inside of me
maybe i've fallen, a little bit, in love with you
Imagine taking a ride with the car out of the city
pretending we drive on small roads no one else has ever driven before us
imagine listening to you when you sing along the songs on the radio
imagine to feel how you put your hand on mine
Someting happens inside maybe i've fallen, a little bit, in love with you
ensamhållhus - kärleksvisa nr 3
SvaraRadera(kanske en av de finste kärlekslåtarna som finns)
fem ord och jag visste, attans att sandra hinna före! men ja, håller med, kanske en av de finaste kärlekslåtarna som finns!
SvaraRadera