Like the story of the novels, something pink from mom,
like the dreams of adolescence, impossible to end badly,
the white soul, the clean hands, what a pair, one for the other,
giddy, dying of laughter, you can't ask for more.
How much I love you, love, how much I love you, love, you know.
April begins like those parties, which perfume the city,
br/>a clear night, a full moon, and a sensation of floating,
with the wind in the stern, under full sail, where are we going to arrive,
in an avalanche, with full hands, seas of happiness.
br/>How I love you love, how much I love you love, you know.
To feel the air, touch the sky, have your kisses and jump,
free from fear, from the trapeze towards eternity ,
As long as I feel the way I feel you, nothing can stop us,
far from the world, outside of time, the whole year is Christmas.
How I love you love, how much I love you love, you know it.
How much I love you love, how much I love you love, you know it.
Springs that cross sand dunes, that the wind cannot erase,
free from doubts, with the beauty that brings happiness,
hand in hand, soul mates, heading towards eternity,
excited, with the certainty of growing from more to more.
Like the history of novels, strawberries, mom's strawberries,
like teenage dreams, impossible to end badly.

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