Sanoja: Peter Cincotti. Lovers, Secrets, Lies.

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I raise my glass to our happy ending,
I sip my wine to our grand demise.
This game we played is finally over.
Lovers, secrets, lies
And now at last the spell is broken.
The truth can now be spoken.

Heartache is just a token.
Lovers, secrets, lies

No lonely night to wait and wonder, no secret sites for a rendezvous.
My empty heart is well protected.
Lovers, secrets, lies
Forget the pain, forget the earning
My life is now returning
My heart's no longer burning
Lovers, secrets, lies...

(Merci a Mathilde pour cettes paroles)