I have a little box inside my heart,
where I store my best memories:
a kiss in a forest, the key of the pantry
that toy, the boats in the harbour.
I have a little box inside my heart,
There I hold no misfortunes, nor grudges:
One thousand and one scents, colourful fishes,
stories from China, friends and rest.
And if some time I have to spend a grey day
I open a little that box of memories:
the kiss in the forest, the key of the pantry
so that boats and little toys heat my heart.