When the sun
Through
The forest
Turns into gold
In your arms it's beautiful
A boy who falls asleep
He had the air
Of a child
Without parents
Who is still looking
If his path
Will go south or north
Benjamin
That's his name
It looks like the color
Of my song
A little sad, cyclamen
Yet, yet
It's him I love
Who I love
Benjamin
Beautiful days
Where love was not yet called love
Benjamin my old friend
Time, time when I was learning about life
I love him
When the sun
Left
The forest
I took his hand
br/>One morning at the crossroads
Swearing each other
Tenderly
To love each other
Until death
He took the South and me I took the North
Benjamin
That's his name
It looks like the color
Of my song
A little sad, cyclamen
Yet , yet
It's him that I love
That I love
Benjamin
Beautiful days
Where love was not yet called love
Benjamin my old friend
Time, time when I was learning about life
I love him
Benjamin, I love him