Big eyes, big hands, she
the silences as long as a train
a sweater inside, always her
strange but I can't help it
because you are beautiful
like a star
like a dream made of chamomile
because you are beautiful
and the sky falls to the ground
because you are beautiful
because you are sad
but love this love resists
because you are beautiful
like a Normandy September
like the summer rain in Bahia
as beautiful as my land
just for me
calm country night her
white skin under the sheets
always missing you where I don't want to
I take the wind and come to you again
because you are beautiful
like a star
like a dream made of chamomile
because you are beautiful
and the sky falls to the ground
because you are beautiful
because you are sad
but love this love resists
because you are beautiful
like a Normandy September
like the summer rain in Bahia
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because you are beautiful
like a star
like a dream made of chamomile
because you are beautiful
like a September in Normandy< br/>like the summer rain in Bahia
as beautiful as my land
because you are beautiful
because you are mine
like a Normandy September
/>like the summer rain in Bahìa
as beautiful as my land
because you are beautiful
because you are mine