She lives very slowly
For her man and her children,
Without ever straying too far
From the words that God dictated to her.
She is someone which we don't talk about,
I love her for that.
She's a flower on the horizon,
A star in her own way.
J I discovered in the morning
In the warmth of his hands,
And I grew deep inside
Of his cotton palace.
It's someone which we don't talk about,
I love her for that.
She's the queen in her house,
A star in her own way.
She m 'calls and then around me
It's spring every time,
She is so beautiful that I said to her
The first words of my life.
Above all don't ask me
To point it out to you,
With your foreign eyes
You won't notice anything,
But it's someone
That we don't talk about,
It's more than you think,
It's the title of my song,
A star in his own way.
She calls me and then around me
It's spring every time,
She is so beautiful that I said to her
The first words of my life.

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