A life is a little like the pages of a novel:
to each his destiny and his share of torments.
Me—I made of my life no matter what the season
a garden where bouquets of songs blossom.
It's the refrain of my life
that made me like I am:
here is a little woman
with her joys and her dramas.
It's the refrain of my life
that made me cross the one
who took my hand in his
while telling me "I love you."
If sometimes our love seems to struggle,
it's that it is necessary, night and day, to give so very much,
and, in those moments, I fear the future,
but you open your arms, I forget what I fear.
It's the refrain of my life
that makes from a melody
a concert for a love
that I will sing forever.
It's the refrain of my life
and, when the sky is gray,
there arrives the smile of a child
who calls you "mom."
It's the refrain of my life.
I stay as I am
and I regret nothing
because my life is this refrain.