My confinement, my freedom
My darkness and my sunrise
The perfect mix of breeze and storm
That's how I love you
My passion, my love
The rain of may, the sun of winter
What are you giving me, it is?
Maybe it's a spell, it's poison
The lover of love
I wish I was that fortunate vine
Who climbs your perfect silky skin
And drinks your passion
And love you, love you whole
The lover of love
My pleasure, my distress
My reasonableness and craziness
You have been everything to me
Rough love encounters, and kindly love
The lover of love
I wish I was that fortunate vine
Who climbs your perfect silky skin
And drinks your passion
And love you, love you whole
The lover of love
In dribs and drabs, I can't stop loving you
The lover of love
I wish I was that fortunate vine
Who climbs your perfect silky skin
And drinks your passion
And love you, love you whole
The lover of love