Where does that bush reach, the kitchen
which will have the sun in the morning.
Where does my cap reach
there the bedroom,
and in the direction of the pond
we will build our bathroom.
Come in, it's your house,
your house among the roses.
Now as soon as I get the month,
the first wall, your house I swear to you.
Now sit here where the fireplace will be
and think about when all those people
despite passing by us
will no longer see anything
that door is not It's a dream
It's sturdy and made of wood.
Don't hide your hand,
Don't hide your breasts
Now there's no one left,
no one anymore, now there is no one left.
I take our bed from the motorbike
I spread the cloth on the ground
now raise your eyes to the sky and tell me
how much the sunset
It takes darkness at this point
I want to make you tender, the sadness
dissolves with the smoke.
Only your scent remains, the scent of your skin
it background of the stars
and a vague sense of pain
that disappears with the breath,
with the breath of your love.