If I had the wings of a dove, I would fly to the arms of my love, And there I would stay, not to be pushed away, There in the arms of my love.
I long for the touch of her skin, I long, with desire deepen in, I long for her lips, her soft fingertips, There in the arms of my love.
I long for the child that is ours, I long for run to the flowers, With them by my side I shall always provide There in the arms of my love.
I long for the life that we'll live, I long to be able to give All that is mine until end of time There in the arms of my love.
I should tell you these thanks [things] every week, I should tell every time when I speak, But since I manned, I do hope that I can To be there in the arms of my love.
I long for the day I return, The firing [fighting] my body and bones, With only one thought, For you my battles and fought, To be there in the arms of my love.
I long to build in the sky, The high wise to be dying, But we shall believe That I never leave The arms of the woman I love.