Tekstovi: Suzanne Clachair. Barcarolle. The Air That I Breathe.

If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass.
Can't think of anything I need.
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound,
Nothing to eat, no books to read.

Making love with you has left me peaceful, warm and tired.
What more could I ask? There's nothing left to be
Desired.
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak.
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep.

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe and to
Love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe, yes to love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe.
Ah'Ah'

Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak.
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep.

All I need is the air that I breathe and to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe, yes to love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe.
Ah'Ah'

Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak.
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep