She is my most gentle essence.
And the most awful
When she isn't next to me.
I owe love to her.
She is the first real Christmas,
Adored and desired,
The real and ideal Christmas.
We are already ready to sleep
lullaby...
It is she whom I owe love.
My life was singing,
How many streets in the world there would be -
big and small,
If love is an open sky,
So to whom than not to her I owe love..
Lullaby...
She reminds me my mother
With her sincere gestures,
Expressions and moods.
She accompanies me and listens me.
She like to imitate me,
She likes to fly.
We are already ready to leave
Lullaby...
It is she whom I owe love.
My life was singing,
How many streets in the world there would be -
big and small,
If love is an open sky,
So to whom than not to her I owe love..
Without too many words
She is the gift forever
And I say "thank you" to my love..