Quand your me prend dans teas bas
Quand je regarde dans teas yeux
Je vois that dieu exists
C´ est pas dur croire
Before see the world was flat
Although you to it discuss Mr. Galilei
And he tires to me to kiss frogs in vain
But the blue prince
I never found
And thus you arrived your
Giving back the faith to me
Without poems and flowers
With defects with errors
But still on
And I feel
Something in you something between both
That it makes me insist
When I watch in your pupils that God I do not let exist
Your beams to live it
Your beams to live it
The life is a collection of memories
But to nothing like your memory so well
From the roundness of your lips
To the scent of your hair
To the color of your skin
