vinay: If I were a sailor I would dive deeply Into the ocean of your silky hair Where the waves are lost towards infinity Up to the perfume of a sweet love affair.
If I were a swimmer I would drown with lies Into your glittering crocodiles tears of sensitivity Where your diamond's quest will drive me As far as the lair of your soul's eyes
If I were a philatelist I would take delight Of your mouth's line where the perfection Of your nectar will share the spotlight In the dessert of my collection.
If I were a mountaineer I would climb up Your high mountain's legend Where the everlasting snows will only blow up When your pleasure come to an end.
If I were a painter I would soak my brush Into your virgin forest ready to blush Where only a coolness torrent will flow At the banks' mouth before the afterglow.
If I were a poet in love I would mix those taboo Into verses that will only look alike When my eccentric imagination would like To tell you without any regret.... I love you.
Into the ocean of your silky hair
Where the waves are lost towards infinity
Up to the perfume of a sweet love affair.
If I were a swimmer I would drown with lies
Into your glittering crocodiles tears of sensitivity
Where your diamond's quest will drive me
As far as the lair of your soul's eyes
If I were a philatelist I would take delight
Of your mouth's line where the perfection
Of your nectar will share the spotlight
In the dessert of my collection.
If I were a mountaineer I would climb up
Your high mountain's legend
Where the everlasting snows will only blow up
When your pleasure come to an end.
If I were a painter I would soak my brush
Into your virgin forest ready to blush
Where only a coolness torrent will flow
At the banks' mouth before the afterglow.
If I were a poet in love I would mix those taboo
Into verses that will only look alike
When my eccentric imagination would like
To tell you without any regret.... I love you.