Sa ma saruti [English translation]

It's almost eight o'clock

And started to get pretty hot.

All the soul It was expected

Minutes stabbin' me

On the phone

When you called me

I trembeled

I hoope that you didn't forget my address

I get off the ground

You knew from a lot of time my password

I don't ask you for it

If I would have

A wishful lamp

aaa aaaa time to stay

I'll be your poetry

To kiss me, to kiss me

In the evening

Like first time

A spring, a spring

Like you been giving me

the glad eyes

Like an artist his work

Then you embrace

with a tango

with a crazy dance

how much I would want it

And I didn't forget to let the neck empty

To dress him with longing

Do not take advantage of the wishful thinking

You give me shiver over shiver

I'm downstairs my love, please get off

I'm waitin for that spring moment

I already feel your scent of jasmine

And I recognize your lips in a thousand

• Artist:Sandra N