I give you a flower,
I found in the way.
I don't know if its naked
Or if it has only one dress.
No, I don't know:
If she's watered by the summer,
Or if she gets drunk in obvlivion,
If she has ever been adored,
Or has a hidden love.
Oh, oh my love:
You're the flower who gives me warmth
You are the dream of my solitude,
A lothargy in blue, an eclipse of the sea, but
Oh, oh my love;
I am a satelite and you're my sun.
An universe of mineral water, a space of light
that only you can fill, my love.
I give you my hands,
My falled linds
The deapest kiss,
The one that drowns in a whimper.
I give you an automn:
A day between Aprill and June,
a Ray of illutions,
An opened heart.