Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
Nightwish, While Your Lips Are Still Red.
No pido que todos los días sean de sol
No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta
(…)
No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal
Shakira, La tortura.
What can I do?
What can I say?
Choose your weapon, time to play
And One, Military Fashion Show.
