If I were to miss you,
My melancholy, my catfish,
My tender spy, my passion,
You, the neck of my songs,
Keep me, if you love me, and if you doubt, forget me

From the depths of the ocean,
Like a matador, a tyrant,
Guided by the smell of horses,
I come to slip under your skin,
Keep me, if you love me, and if you doubt, forget me

If I were to miss you,
Might as well deprive myself forever,
From the banks of the Loire at dawn,
From the sweetness of your love,
If I were to miss you,
Might as well deprive myself forever,
From the banks of the Loire at dawn,
From the sweetness of your love

Your most beautiful name is Portuguese,
Hungarian, Brazilian, then French,

Through each mouth, your voice passes,
In mouth to mouth, speak to me,
And keep me, if you love me, and if you doubt, forget me

If I were to miss you,
Might as well deprive myself forever,
From the banks of the Loire at dawn,
From the sweetness of your love,
If I were to miss you,
Might as well deprive myself forever,
From the banks of the Loire at dawn,
From the sweetness of your love

If I were to miss you,
Might as well deprive myself forever,
From the banks of the Loire at dawn,
From the sweetness of your love,
If I were to miss you,
Miss you

From the sweetness of your love

If I were to miss you

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