I play in a dream and fear in the darkness and wander in the spells of love,
I'm like other girls, I hate questions,
yes or no, sweet disappointment, new song and new rhyme,
when girls are in love, what about it, so what about it.
With no great glory we read from our palms,
we compose fragments of lines,
with no great glory, though still acting a bit like ladies,
we hide our faces in our hands.
The wind knows what to whisper, when he is the one who is approaching, approaching,
suddenly we are so eager, but in that moment fall crossed our success
yes or no, sweet disappointment, new song and new rhyme,
when girls are in love, what about it, so what about it.
With no great glory we read from our palms,
we compose fragments of lines,
with no great glory, though still acting a bit like ladies,
we hide our faces in our hands.
With no great glory when we are alone for a while
we are happily wasting our time,
without great glory not everything always works for us,
happiness flies near us.
I have a few moments and they belong to us girls
take off towards games, come to us
Open, open your palm too
I play in a dream and I fear the dark, I forget but not only out of love,
I'm like others girls, I hate questions
yes or no, sweet disappointment, new song and new rhyme,
when girls are in love, what about it, so what about it.
With no great glory we read from our palms,
we compose fragments of lines,
with no great glory, though still acting a bit like ladies,
we hide our faces in our hands.
With no great glory when we are alone for a while
we are happily wasting our time,
without great glory not everything always works for us,
happiness flies near us.
With no great glory we read from our palms,
we compose fragments of lines,
without great glory not everything always works for us,
happiness flies near us.