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Everything I shall find and what won't I give for one,
One romantic night at your side
Walking on the nocturnal streets of Old San Juan,
And for a witness the moon, the colony,
The paving-stones under our feet.
A night where only exist You, Me, and the stary night beneath the moon.

I long for a disembling touch of your dark hair on my shoulders,
That your eyes encounter mine
And in that moment, time would stop
So that our kiss becomes eternal.
Your soft scarlett lips touching mine,
Tell each other a romantic story of a stary night beneath the moon.

Our shy hands find each other
And after disscusing their position,
Mine goes to your cheeks and caresses your hair
While yours lay at my neck
Fondling it with the tip of your fingers.
And both pairs tell dreamed stories of a stary night beneath the moon.

Your hair dances with the wind a warm dance
Full of slow and gracious movement,
Soaked with sweetness and sensuality.
Moving in a rhytim never seen before,
Unknown to the masters of the dance.
And they whisper a danced story of a stary night beneath the moon.

The Moon's Light seeks permision to fall upon you,
because it does not dare touch such magnificent skin.
It seems to be a blanket slowly falling into it's place
Treating you as if you were made of glass,
looking for a confortable place just for you.
And the Moon's Light sings a simple story of a stary night beneath the moon.

Our entwined lips, our energetic hands,
Your restless hair and the enchanted wind,
the jealous Moon's Light contradicts what happened that night.
But all agree that we both walked throught the paving-stone
Streets of Old San Juan on a stary night beneath the moon.

Description
Everything I shall find and what won't I give for one,
One romantic night at your side
Walking on the nocturnal streets of Old San Juan,
And for a witness the moon, the colony,
The paving-stones under our feet.
A night where only exist You, Me, and the stary night beneath the moon.

I long for a disembling touch of your dark hair on my shoulders,
That your eyes encounter mine
And in that moment, time would stop
So that our kiss becomes eternal.
Your soft scarlett lips touching mine,
Tell each other a romantic story of a stary night beneath the moon.

Our shy hands find each other
And after disscusing their position,
Mine goes to your cheeks and caresses your hair
While yours lay at my neck
Fondling it with the tip of your fingers.
And both pairs tell dreamed stories of a stary night beneath the moon.

Your hair dances with the wind a warm dance
Full of slow and gracious movement,
Soaked with sweetness and sensuality.
Moving in a rhytim never seen before,
Unknown to the masters of the dance.
And they whisper a danced story of a stary night beneath the moon.

The Moon's Light seeks permision to fall upon you,
because it does not dare touch such magnificent skin.
It seems to be a blanket slowly falling into it's place
Treating you as if you were made of glass,
looking for a confortable place just for you.
And the Moon's Light sings a simple story of a stary night beneath the moon.

Our entwined lips, our energetic hands,
Your restless hair and the enchanted wind,
the jealous Moon's Light contradicts what happened that night.
But all agree that we both walked throught the paving-stone
Streets of Old San Juan on a stary night beneath the moon.