Little by little you notice that the wind
blows on your face and it steals you a smile
High season is almost over
and it blows on your heart and steals your love
Little by little that sweet memory, faded by time,
melts you in tears,
the one in which you were living with me in one room
there was no money, but a lot of hope
And little by little you're losing me and I'm losing you
and what has been seems to me more absurd
than when during nights you were more sincere
and not like now, during Saturday nights
But give me your hand and come back close to me
A flower might born in our garden
One that even winter cannot ever freeze
A flower might born out of my love for you
And little by little, you'll see that with time
right on her face (there will be) the same smile
that the cruel wind stole from you
and gets loyal again
love is back to you
But give me your hand and come back close to me
A flower might born in our garden
One that even winter cannot ever freeze
A flower might born out of my love for you